I think one reason that it was comparatively easy for me to lose weight is that like most things, food has absolutely no emotional meaning for me.

I don’t even understand “comfort food.” Like many human things, it eludes me.

Sure, I love pizza and eggnog and the like but the emotional content of that for me is absolutely zero.

I can intellectually – but not emotionally – understand how much more difficult it would be for people with emotional ties to food to lose weight. But I can never really understand it.