I was an impulsive eater and would turn to food for comfort or just out of boredom and I ballooned my way up into the 260's. I was unhealthy, depressed, and just letting life pass me by because i was too obsessed with food to go out and do anything else. My mood would actually lift when I had a nice meal to look forward to. My entire outlook would brighten when me and dh would go out to eat. It's sad! I would be depressed about work, but when dh would say 'let's get something to eat' my job wouldn't seem so bad....
When I started my journey, it was different from the countless times before somehow. I actually stayed with it, flawlessly for 4 months til about x mas time and had lost a huge amount of weight. I thought that I had conquered my eating problem by simply replacing it with a new habit. I was wrong. Xmas eve I ended up bingeing on cookies, sweets, and CARBS. I felt a bit guilty, but I knew I would be going back on plan the next day. Xmas morning, we went to Ihop and I pigged out again. I ended up going on a 7 day binge, eating everything I couldn't before and feeling worse and worse about myself as I did it. The depression started creeping back into my head, work was harder to deal with, I only looked forward to the next meal. I snapped myself out of it and got back on plan for about a month. I went to the doctor about hip pain while running and got diagnosed with hip bursitis and am forbidden from running until it is healed and that threw me back in my funk.
I haven't been on plan or been to the gym in 4 days now.
I don't understand why I keep doing this to myself. I know that living to eat is a depressing and health-deteiorating way to go through life but I still find myself turning to food for comfort! I am so frustrated with the situation. The food isn't even that good! I don't throw my head back and close my eyes as Im chewing, thinking about how much I missed these foods. Not at all! I get the comfort from stuffing myself and the motion of eating eating eating. How crazy is that? It's not like my diet plan was so restricting that I was eating bland tasteless food or anything. I actually LIKE the foods I was eating. I didn't feel deprived, or like I was missing out.
My poor husband has noticed my funk and is trying to help the best way he knows how, which is to nag me about going to the gym and nagging me about getting out of the kitchen. Bless his heart for trying, but the more he nags the more I want to stuff myself. I don't know why, but i just get even more determined to eat! As I read this I can't believe how crazy I sound....

I guess it's a good thing that I realize that I use food as comfort, and that I'm going through a tough time with not being able to run and I've got self esteem issues because my husband looks up nude pics of celebrities that I will never look like no matter how much weight I lose. I just don't know where to go from there. I can identify what is causing the problem, just not how to fix it and get back on track.
I hope this all makes sense and doesn't just sound like the ramblings of a crazy person.
Can anyone help? Or at least relate?




hehehe I gotta find something I can do when I feel the urge to binge. It's tough not to beat myself up when I get off track. 