My reasons for getting fat:
- I was virtually housebound and food seemed the one friend I could rely on to make me feel better
- I'm addicted to chocolate. Love everything about it. Never get tired of eating it, so I ate it to dramatic excess
- I felt panicked if I didn't have a giant stash of secret chocolate in my bedroom to graze on around the clock in between meals
- Chocolate made me feel good - boosted my mood, then would come the inevitable lows, so I'd just reach for more
Basically, I ate over 15,000 calories a day including meals. The only wonder is that I didn't end up about 30 stone.
As for excuses, I don't think I ever had any excuses, I just didn't feel like I was worth the effort of losing the weight. Come to think of it, there -was- an excuse and it was usually: 'I'd still be hideous even if I lost weight, so I may as well have my chocolate and be big and repulsive.' Etc.
Kind of sad! Also, I would listen to people around me who fed me the old lies 'you're not big, you're tall,' or 'you have big bones,' or 'you carry your weight well.' Comforting and polite though those fibs were, they didn't really help. But at the end of the day, my weight gain was all my own silly fault due to fear and greed and avoidance.