I was just damn hungry, because I spent so long ignoring my hunger all through recovery. I spent so long trying to cheat my body into eating less than it wanted and/or needed, and now all that hunger had come back and hit me hard.
I love this! You can't win against your body and you don't want to. If you DO win, then you die (because you have effectively starved yourself to death, and no, you don't have to be 80lbs to die of starvation).
The bingeing (from dieting) isn't BED. It's reactive eating. 10,000 calories may seem alarming, but it's alarming to the body to give it only 1,000 - 1,500 calories and call it a day for weeks and months on end. You ain't fooling noone.
And notice that the author effectively stopped eating such amounts, and stopped wanting them when her body had stabilized itself. She didn't decide where her weight stopped, her body did. The problem with all of this comes from our society telling us all to become unnaturally thin, so we all feel fat at perfectly healthy weights and are deathly afraid to just EAT and get on with recovering.
I also liked that she pointed out that if you're meant to be BMI 24 and you diet down to BMI 21, while not underweight clinically, for your own body it very well may be and it will kick your butt trying to get back up there.
At the height of my restrictive days I was OBSESSED with food. It was unsettling to say the least. I even used to dream about food, even foods I wasn't all that fond of, like donuts. My hands and feet were ice cold even in the summer months, my hair was slow to grow and brittle, my skin was dry, my bowel movements happened once every four days, and I was moody and tired. Sexy. Clearly my body was trying to tell me something.