Hi all,
For some reason when things are going well I will binge and fall off the wagon until I am feeling extremely depressed and hopeless. For example, last week I was feeling up and in the first time in years I felt like my own self again--someone who saw humor in situations and had a sense of worth. It was wonderful and felt like a real breakthrough. I was losing inches and had taken up strength training. Then, for reasons I am trying to understand, late that night I felt compelled, with no room for reason, to eat three grilled cheese sandwiches in a row.
Since then, I have been on a mad binge and have gained 12 pounds already.
Today I am determined because I feel like I have hit bottom and am ready to eat rationally again. It is an awful feeling to feel that you cannot stop eating even when all the hard won progress you have made starts to evaporate. I am really afraid that when I feel good again I will binge once more.
At some gut level, I must be afraid to lose-- scared of what it will mean if I lose the bulk of this weight. I always think about all the things I can't do because of the weight but the truth is that I am petrified of the changes contained in what it means to be fit and healthy. I use the obesity to hide me from all the messiness of life. I don't look for love, new friends, new experiences or a new career. I feel unfulfilled but safe even though I know I am really in a miserable space of missed opportunities and looming health problems.
Thank you for listening to me ramble on. I just had to get it out.
Keri