It may have appeared that I have no empathy for those who overeat so I should like to address the following comments particularly to anyone taking umbrage to the views expressed on the subject in Chapter 3 of A Bit Of A Bitch.
Whilst I attribute gluttony and ignorance for the greater part of the west’s obesity, there are a number of people for whom the rampant consumption of food is an outward addiction sublimating a horror of childhood, the suppression of memories so dangerous to the psyche that the body sacrifices its manifold uses to provide a thick impenetrable wall to protect the organism against damaging disclosure and future attack.
Anyone having failed to exercise moderation despite sincere and repeated effort might seriously ask himself whether his attempts are doomed because his psyche is bent on sabotage. One such sufferer is a woman who has no memories of her childhood prior to the age of thirteen and is currently investigating her formative years in a quest to unravel the mystery of her past.
Another woman had likewise no memory of some years of her childhood, had packed on a disproportionate amount of fat over her buttocks and thighs and upon investigation following the surfacing of some extremely troubling memories which at first she couldn’t trust, discovered she had been the victim of serial ritual abuse at the hands of a cult of devil worshippers. The very placement of that fat provides in itself a clue to the underlying causes of her overindulgence.
Smokers might ask themselves whether their sucking signifies some kind of sublimated longing for the comfort, love and safety they missed at the bosom of their mothers. Certainly my own could not love me and my self safari, a journey of many years, has revealed this to me, a fact of which I was oblivious for the greater part of my life.
So to the fat I say perhaps a few gingerly placed steps into self exploration, a good friend to hold your hand along the way, may lead to freedom, and I salute you on your journey and barrack for you in your cause.