I have BED, and it's intricately tied to my bipolar disorder. At both ends of the mood spectrum, food is like this insidious friend with the worst possible intentions toward me. When I'm up, it's like the friend who goes "WHEE! Let's go eat a whole pizza and then ice cream and then chips and then... etc to celebrate such a great day!" And the depression end it's just like, "Who cares? It doesn't matter what I eat, and food is the only real friend I have. It's the only thing I can count on to make me feel better." And of course, there are the compulsive binges, when there doesn't seem to be a reason, yet all the food is gone, I'm in that zone where I don't even taste the food or know what I'm eating.
But the last couple of days have been different. I've been caught in a depressive spiral, yes, but the bingeing has been less to make me feel better, less a "it doesn't matter anyway," and more of a SCREW EVERYTHING, I'm so sick of eating well like a good girl, I'm going to eat whatever the **** I want and not feel guilty or anything else. I'm defiant toward my depression, toward all this hard word I've been doing to make myself healthy, physically and psychologically. I don't know who I'm defying, but I feel like I'm snarling, "See this pizza? I'm going to eat THE WHOLE THING. It's not the home made, organic pizza I usually make myself eat, it's full fat, dripping with slime and cheese and loaded with pepperoni, SO THERE!"
I don't know what's happening to me, but once the food and the defiance is gone, I just cry. Not even about the food, because I made that conscious choice, but just... crying. It's ironic that this is happening today, because I just saw my therapist last night, so you guys get the brunt. I don't know, how do you feel about your bingeing behavior, and do you ever feel like you do it as an act of control or defiance?