Updated 5/1/24: I am 82 years old, have been married for 62 years, and live in the Los Angeles area in our home for 53 years. I have yo-yo dieted my entire adult life, even gaining up to 5 sizes one year, and then losing it the next. My name should be yo-yo. Although when I started here at around 118 my weight was fine, I needed this for health: mental as well as physical. Unfortunately, I have now lost 4" in height so at 5' tall do not carry extra weight well. Even when I am binging I still do Intermittent Fasting 16/8 about 99% of the time. I live a high-stress life and have a very bad back. Our 2 adult children have passed, the most recently our lovely daughter died of cancer. I still can't believe she is gone, and it appears her husband will never get over it. My 88-year-old husband has heart failure, COPD/Emphysema, kidney disease, and uses oxygen and a CPAP. He also has had a small stroke, many TIAs, and a small brain tumor. He is becoming continually more abusive but needs me, so I intend to take care of him as long as I can. If you had a disabled child wouldn't you do everything you could to care for them? Few understand my commitment. He will die if put in jail or a "home". The only way he would stay in a "home" is to be drugged and tied down. That's what they did in the hospital. He would go mad: I would. We have a small cabin in the mountains so do not qualify for Medicaid anyway. I am struggling, but I can't leave.