Contrary to popular belief, I (as a fat person) do not stuff Twinkies, Ding Dongs, Ho-Hos or other snack cakes into my mouth 24-7. I do not eat all of my meals inside of a car (I don't even have one). I eat McDonalds once every few months (what is it with their fries?). I used to be a vegetarian (on a bet) and still don't eat much meat. I do not wrap everything I eat in bacon, cover everything in sugar, or deep fry normally healthy things in oil just to get a crispy outside.
And yet, here I am. Obese (30.98 BMI -- not too far from just being "overweight"). My cholesterol, insulin, and blood pressure are at all normal levels.
I resent the assumption or stereotype that fat people eat badly. Sure, some do. But my eating badly only accounts for maybe about 10-20% of my calories. What does me in is usually alcohol (and the subsequent barfood) and portion size. I'd like to address the latter here.
My brother would agree that I'm being very fair when I say that my parents were not the healthiest people when it came to food. My mom ate to little and my father ate too much. As a baby I was a very picky eater and they often struggled to get me to eat. As I aged, I complied with my parents' "clean your plate" thinking. My parents were never the kind of parents that wanted to play with their kids and/or exercise with them.
But I think the biggest problem I had, and the thing I've had to struggle with most is that after my mother died, I was living with two men, and often eating the same portion sizes as them. If my brother (who was 17 months older than I was) ate 2 slices of pizza, so did I. If my father ate 4 Oreos, so did I. Et cetera and so on. You can see the problem, right? A teenage girl does not have the same metabolism as a teenage boy, or a 40 y/o male.
Even now, I find that I can eat just as much as the boys, and I shouldn't. I just have no idea where one goes at almost 30 to learn how to eat like a woman that wants to be thin (other than magazines that often offer up contradictory and/or fad advice). I know this is something I'm going to have to figure out for myself (armed with information like my Basal Metabolic Rate/Harris Benedict Equation Rate), but there is a part of me that wants to go off to some fat camp and/or etiquette school to learn how to act like a woman around food rather than some caveman.