Are/Were You Fat Because Your Mom Was A Good Cook?

I remember my first "issue" with food. I was 5 or 6 and wanted a secound helping of??? And my dad says "do u want more because it tastes good or are u hungry? ...I felt confused ummmm yes its good I wouldn't want more but was I hungry. Was I hungry I thought about it for freakin years! I felt shame but that didn't stop me. I ate because it was good I ate because I was bored I ate just because there was food. I used to blame my parents for me being a chubby child but hind sight is 20/20 I didntget it

I could not control how my parents treated me I could only control how I felt and reacted to others...anyways damn wished I would've gotten the control issue and self love thing so much earlier but...everything happens at the perfect time :) Smiling now soon to be sleeved and raising two very loved children and passing on healthy habits :) I cant wait for the day when it changes from diabetes runs in my family..to running runs in my family :)

While I think that can be an answer in some situations, research really does hold that to be true.  The best research seems to suggest that the majority of eating issues are based on the emotional response to eating.  For me, I never had a weight problem until my father got cancer.  Each day I would wheel him to radiation and he would give me a dollar to get a treat from the vending machine.  Food became my comfort.  My parents were soul mates and I was an only child.  My dad died when I was 10 and the focus was really on my mom, because she pretty much checked out.  She worked, provided us with a great home, took me on trips, but emotionally couldn't cope with her own grief much less mine.  Food again was my comfort.  That sort of pattern is constant in my life.

When my son was born, I was worried about my son developing the same attachment to food as I did.  He gave me what many might consider odd advice.  He told me to allow my son to have anything he wanted whenever he wanted it.  He said then food would never be an issue in his life.  Much to my mom's and friend's chagrin I did exactly that.  I did not control what he ate from the time he was young. I offered him many things and always tried to have good choices available, but I never withheld sweets or sodas or anything.  Today he is 23.  He has no weight problem and is in excellent health.  From the time is was four or five he would ask for salad when eating out.  Candy, chips, sodas were no big deal to him, because they weren't something he couldn't have, so he never developed that love-hate relationship.  This has been a grea lesson for me, because it reminds me there is nothing we want more than that which we "can't have".  I think it is a lesson within reason for all of us to think about with our children.  It isn't just my son this has worked with but countless others as well.  Just a thought.