Who made you become overweight?

No one helped make me fat any more than they helped me get to my ideal weight. People are responsible for what they eat. Period.

I made myself overweight. I have no time or inclination to make excuses for myself.

I obviously know that ultimately I put the food in my mouth. So obviously me

But do you think that your childhood homelife and parents contribute to you being overweight as you get older? Like when you see a fat child ? Or parents who aren't educated in what and how to cook?

Or maybe partners who eat badly? Or do you just think its all your fault for eating too much?

Just curious:)

I think it depends from person to person but yea I think the people around you contribute to what and how much you eat. I know my grandparents are always trying to feed me I grew up in an over weight family I also think that has something to do with how you eat, but the key is to take control of your life and who you be around.

People around me always made comments that made me insecure every time I gained as few as 3-4 pounds. I was never fat, but I am not skinny either. So everyone "made sure" I didn't get fat by pointing every single time that I didn't look "perfect". Probably the most that got to me were the comments from my ex, who apparently would not want to be with me if I didn't look like a model. This made spend years living on very restricted diets, but then binge as soon as I took a "cheat day". That's what made me gain weight, the yo-yo dieting because I just didn't know how to live healthily and happy. I thought I had to starve myself, and then I just lost control as soon as I started eating out.
I know ultimately the food was put in my mouth by me, but yes, people can definitely influence a lot over these decisions.

This is a very similar situation to me, was always made to believe I was fat, when I wasn't, so I believed I was fat, I looked in the mirror and saw a fat person and that is what I became without even realising it. Until a few years back I was going through old " fat" pictures of myself and suddenly I saw that I was not fat back then what so ever, I cried my eyes out when I in particular how cruel my own mother was me, she always made fat comments to me all my life, I think it was just I always had a big bust and was more developed than the other kids. She continued to put me down into my forties, until the last straw a few years ago, when she said that no one would want to be with me because I'm fat, I cut her out of my life and have now lost 7 stone in total and still have a way to go. So yes other people can definitely influence how you perceive yourself if it is drummed into you enough.

I don't really find blame to be all that useful, especially because it takes the power away from the individual to make positive changes going forward. However, I do find looking into contributory factors to be really helpful because it can help you make informed, purposeful decisions (just who is to "blame" for things in the past doesn't really appeal to me).

As for my story, I was always fairly thin growing up -- was quite athletic, so never had to worry about food amounts. I ate whatever I wanted until I was about 20 with no problems, likely because I was so active. I put on a good 40 lbs or so when I was 20 after a really nasty attack. Of course, I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back on it, it was pretty obvious. I felt safer being fatter -- I felt more substantial and less of a target as I garnered far less attention from men.

My Mom was/is pretty emotionally challenged. One of the ways she expressed love and affection was by cooking -- and she'd get so upset if you didn't eat what she prepared for you -- like it was a rejection of her. So, I often ate things even when I wasn't hungry to make her happy. As a kid this wasn't a problem because of my activity levels, but as an adult, it was challenging (I can remember her being in tears about declining a piece of her cheesecake). I also grew up in a family where being thin was pretty important -- both my parents were pretty good looking folks so having a fat kid (even as an adult) was not something they wanted reflected back on them. My Dad would pinch my tummy from time to time and would remind me about how important it was not to get fat throughout my childhood. To this day, the bulk of my conversation with my mother surrounds food and dieting (she's not so good relating on all other levels -- that whole emotionally challenged thing). Shoot, up until my father's death, he had divided the family into the "fat team" and the "thin team" -- and for those like me that bounced around in adulthood, it was often a topic of conversation at holidays who was on the fat team and who was on the thin team. I don't think either meant to be particularly cruel with this -- I figured it was probably just how they were raised -- but it certainly didn't make being a teenage girl very easy (even though I was thin the whole time). I also grew up in southern California where the ideals of beauty and being thin are far less forgiving than many other places. I also realized as an adult that I often ate food (especially sweets) to fill emotional voids in my life -- anxiety being the biggest for me -- as food was always consistent and available (unlike either parent).

As I result I yo-yo'd pretty often with those same 40 lbs from 20+ years old. And, finally at 35, I diagnosed with hypothyroid and insulin resistance -- and, am finally now losing those 40 lbs like a "normal" person", with hopes to keep it off permanently.

Who's to blame? Who cares. But, it has helped me to better understand these underlying factors, so I can address them with my eating habits. Learning about and accepting the emotional issues makes them less of food triggers. My parents weren't the best. They were/are flawed human beings like we all are. However, they also did some really great things too -- just not so good with the food/emotional issues.

Before understanding this, I was definitely controlled by these sleeping demons far more than I ever would have imagined and used food for plenty of not-so-good reasons. But understanding and accepting these issues, lets me move on and make more purposeful choices and frees me from those demons. Life is a journey.

oh definitely my mom

she personally doesn't like sweets and desserts and she never bought them for me and my brother because she didn't want us to become fat and ruin our teeth.

so i have a childhood trauma because there was never enough sweets. now that i live alone i can eat all the stuff i want and well, that resulted in weight gain.

Yes ! i used to be an average kid, and then my parents got divorced. I lived with my dad for a fe years and then i got fat. Not very fat or dangerously obese, but above average. My mum used to be the only one who cooked food in the house and then all of a sudden my dad had to do it alone. So we had a lot of takeout, or unhealthy stuff.

Who made me become overweight? It was me, myself and I!

It was most definately me that ate and drank too much, but family upbringing definately helped shaped my attitudes to food. My mum is one of those that likes to feed people and and everything was celebrated with food. Changing my mindset was hard, as was being able to say no to mum and her constant "would you like a sandwich/cake/biscuit" everytime I visit.

We are adults and know the difference between right and wrong. There is no need to put blame on anyone else. Learning to stop blaming everybody else for your own personal choices is when you start getting things done.