Storing Emotions in FAT!

I always knew I covered up some emotions in fat-- emotional eating and self medicating to dull the pain works, but at such a terrible cost. I am starting to think that fat "stores" the emotion just like it stores mercury or pesticides. Yes, I know there is very little chance of empirical evidence to prove this, but my recent experiences make me wonder.

From 02-08 I was one of my grandparents' primary caretakers, helped move them from the home that was my "sanctuary" all my life, watched my Daddy half kill himself with taking care of them, watched them struggle with Parkinson's, depression, loss of independence, prostrate cancer, severe abdominal bleeding, stroke, etc. Watched my DH go through a couple of big life changes, job change, etc. Had my first baby at age 43, watched my grandparents die, went through "pronounced dead but miraculously pulled through" events with my Daddy 3-5 times, watched my life at work get increasingly frustrating and difficult, and found there was no way I would be able to stay home with my little boy-- I had to work. I finally watched my Daddy die at age 67 from obesity, heart disease, and diabetes. I lost a handful of close friends and other family members during these years too. Not surprisingly I also gained weight continuously and suffered much worse symptoms of fibromyalgia, arthritis, and depression.
I went though some pretty hard grieving for all of them till it seemed I just couldn't cry anymore. I was crawling numb through life, even with the MULTITUDE of blessings I have every day.
After I started locarbing and losing weight, I have been surprised at how many times my happiness and joy just bursts out into tears. The other night I was thinking about houw much fun it would be to do a parachute jump for my 50th bd in February, (if I could get someone to pry my hands off the door/struts anyway) because hopefully by then I will have lost 65 lbs or so and they might actually let me do it. Suddenly I thought about my daddy , who would have been the one pushing me, lol. I cried almost all night long. Big, hard, aching, sobbing like the very first night he died. My dh held me and told me to just cry it out when I was trying between gasps to apologize for going on like this a year and a half later. It was cleansing crying though, more so than I have felt all year. This has happened every few days since I started getting the fat off. Feels like my body is getting rid of a lot of accumulated poison and grief at the same time. It hurts a lot more sometimes than it did in my carbohydrate iduced coma--- but I am glad its happening. I feel like my wounds can finally heal and I can be alive for my LIVING family in ways that I couldn't be just a few weeks ago. Thank YOU LORD!!!