...My "special interest" in sweets....you know, like ice cream, cookies, cake, milkshakes, stuff like that. I think I know why I like them so much, attach so much importance to them, and why they've morphed into almost a full - blown special interest for me.
Anyway. I think the reason why I enjoy sweets so much (and I do mean "enjoy" - to others, they're probably "just food") is because to me, they're sort of symbolic of....you know, someone liking you a lot, caring about you and thinking you're really special, and wanting to reward you for being good, etc. My dad would sometimes take me to a cafe in a bookstore after school when I was a kid, and he'd buy a brownie or something, and we'd split it in half and each have some of it...and what we didn't eat, he'd wrap back up and let me have at a later time. That may be where the symbolism originated...of course, it could also just be how my brain interpreted the events, or something, I honestly don't know. I feel lonely, anxious, depressed, and even somewhat isolated often, so maybe sweets are a way for me to recapture feeling "special" and cared for again. I do know that when someone tells me (or used to tell me) "no, you can't have any more, that's enough," or "you eat too much/you're addicted to food" that it hurts as bad as someone saying, oh, "I don't like you," or "I don't want to see/talk to you" etc. Intellectually, I understand that it's for my own good, but emotionally, that's another story.
I get kinda the same gratification from my plushies and die cast Cars, too, and sometimes they act as stand - ins when I can't find any sweets (or ingredients to make sweets with, like ice cream sundaes or chocolate milk), but I always feel good after eating sweets. Heck, even eating out somehwere has the same effect....the camaraderie of sitting in a nice, comfy booth, splitting a large milkshake, someone caring about you enough to want to treat you to dinner out, etc.
It feels almost sort of derogatory to me to refer to the pleasurable feelings I get from sweets/food a "high," although that's probably exactly what it is, lol. But it also just doesn't feel like a "high", in the rush and pound sense of the term - just a lovely reminder of when I was younger, of feeling loved and protected, etc.
Anyway, my concluding questions are, does this sound familiar to anybody, and if possible, does anyone know of any possible remedies? Cuz I got a report from my physician back in November about my cholestrol and triglycerides, so I kinda need to cut this out as soon as I'm able. Thanks!
EDIT: Whoa, it's amazing how deep I can get when I'm stuck in the house all day with nothing to do but surf the internet, lol. 
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