Eating My Heart Out

I'm pretty sure we all have our long list of things we Google'd that we'd rather take to the grave. Now I'm about to reveal one of those things, that might not be the most horrible of them, but fairly leaves me in the 'pathetic internet surfers' category. Because this has recently been a huge problem for me, I had to ask the internet god to tell me how to stop eating. It is starting to show on me, and that's the worst part.
It started about 4 years ago when I was a college freshman. At first it was because you had all that free time trapped by a huge food court. Then it was about you friend'ing someone who eats non-stop *although never gets fat* and so it rubs off on you. Later, and most importantly, it was because you're having mood swings, and you're simply not as a happy person as before; emotional eating or so Google calls it.
And all the articles, blogs and books about how you can get yourself to stop eating, it's rather like giving medication to treat the symptoms of the disease rather than the disease itself. *sorry for the medical examples, eventually my major has to kick in*. And no matter what they tell you, if you're not feeling good you're not going to change. Wait, you're not going to want to change.
So I think i'll close those Google tabs for now and go eat the pasta and meatballs we're having for lunch, and then eat dessert two seconds after that even though I won't be hungry yet, but I simply want to eat it because I want to eat it.