After years of yo-yo dieting and berating myself for never
sticking to any long-term health plan, I vividly remember the day
everything changed for me. I had prayed, I had cried, I had gritted my
teeth over and over again, determined that this time, this diet, would
be different. But just a few weeks (or maybe months) later, I would be
right back where I started; disgusted with myself, depressed, and
feeling the heavy, invisible chains of emotional eating wrapped around
my body like Jack Marley's ghost in Dickens "A Christmas Carol".