Anonymous wrote:Roommate analogy was trash. Ignore that, OP.
I put the kids’ stuff in a cardboard box up high above my head. It really helps not to see the packages when I open the cabinet.
Unfortunately, what worked best for me was developing a food intolerance. I wouldn’t ever cheat, because the after-effects ruin my day. Not helpful to you, I know.
This. I grew up the same way as OP and even as recently as a few months ago I would just look forward to the times of day when I could scarf down some Pirate's Booty or Doritos or whatever. I craved crunchy and salty. I had to remove a lot of food groups from my diet due to a chronic illness (grains, corn, gluten, dairy etc) and now that I know what it will do to me if I eat it, it's not appealing to me. I did eat a few Doritos one night because I couldn't fight the craving and I felt physically awful afterward. So now they're still in the pantry but they hold no appeal to me. I've truly battled this my whole life and I even tried to work through it with CBT, but I just didn't have willpower. Even gaining weight or not being able to lose weight didn't help to provide willpower. It would just send me into a shame/guilt spiral. But now that I know how it physically affects me, it's the only thing stopping me from going there. I still do like the feeling of popping things into my mouth, but I do it with foods that won't provide a negative physical response for me.