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Originally Posted by tame_deuces
But a lot is habit.
I'd say most. The food science you mentioned gets you hooked, and then the ease and convenience leads to a habit that your brain is just not interested in breaking.
I am a giant. At the heaviest, I carried 415 lbs on a 6'7" frame. Think Andre the Giant body type as opposed to Peter Griffin. Bit of man boob and plenty of flab, but no massive gut or spillage over the sides. Definitely a body by Frito-Lay.
I did the world's worst version of a keto diet (only thing green was broccoli) and dropped to 225, but at that point I looked like a cancer patient and was too thin per friends and family. Around 245 was the sweet spot and I stayed there for a while but fell off the wagon and have gone up steadily over the past year and a half. I am back at the upper limit of size 40 pants right now and feeling extremely shitty about it.
I can cook and always garner compliments when hosting, but it's so much easier to make excuses, kick the can down the road to tomorrow and toss an extra burger on the grill when there's nobody looking.
Portion size is a major killer and Cuepee is spot on about that. I have never been a drinker of alcohol and whenever it isn't water, it's diet coke. So I'm not a victim of the 72 ounce serving of sugar water or drinking calories in general, but you can bet that I'll polish off an entire pizza if given the opportunity or help myself to a 4th muffin if they're just sitting there.
So when I see people talk about how poor people are fat because it's cheaper to eat that way, I call bullshit. It's not cheaper, but it's definitely much easier, and if your life is filled with stress already then why add an extra 30 minutes of food prep and dishwashing to the list? Just go get some KFC or buy that 7000 calorie take-n-bake pizza.
What made me take that first step to changing the first time was the day that I went to McDonalds to get my morning 2x Sausage Egg and Cheese McGriddles and I pulled around, paid at the window, and at the pickup window the manager who was just trying to be nice said, "See you tomorrow!"
That was like 4 or 5 years ago now and I haven't been back. Pure shame got the ball rolling. That shame is coming back now that I'm keenly aware of my pants not fitting right. I have an entire room of my house filled with thousands of dollars in weight equipment currently collecting dust. Best of intentions as I'm sure most people have, but it's way easier to start up another round of Dota2 than change into workout clothes.
Obesity is a people problem, and not an easy one to solve.