So, some quick background info. I've got the pretty standard story of this has been something I've been struggling with my whole life, and yes there's the side tangent of I do seem to gain weight easier than others etc etc but the long and short is that I also ate poorly and didn't exercise enough and eventually got the notion in my head to really dedicate and change that.
About three years ago, I did. Cut out all white flour and sugar. Learned about biochemical responses to food, how to control my specific struggles with eating. It was hard, but worth it. I felt great. Lost probably about 80 lbs. For whatever reason, I really started to plateau. Felt hungry all the time. Had been too strict, so I felt incredibly defeated. Slipping a little felt like failure, and a little bit of failure didn't feel all that much better than a lot of failure, so I went a little crazy. Gained it back. Sadness ensues. It was harder this time. Life in general was harder but so was the mentality. I wasn't just the jolly fat friend; I was the slightly-less jolly fat friend who had the chance to be something else but messed it up. Tasted the forbidden fruit, if you will.
A few months ago, I got back on the wagon. I can't pin down what the final moment of ignition was for either of these exactly, but I do hope this one sticks better. I'm more realistic, this time. I let myself indulge occasionally; it's fun but controlled. I'm eating in a way that's more believably sustainable. Have been really successful. I feel great and am probably down about 50 lbs (all I can say definitively is that I buy smaller clothes. I weighed myself every morning last time. Decided against this this go-around.)
Where it gets sticky is I can recognize last time's negative patterns. Things slow down, I decide to cut my food intake during the day a bit only to be ravenous at night. Sometimes I handle it well and healthfully. Other times I eat the equivalent of three meals. Granted, it will usually be something like 2 bowls of high fiber cereal, half a bag of mini carrots with half a container of hummus, an apple, a handful of nuts. Still relatively nutritious and low-cal. Probably less than any number of standard options on the Claim Jumper menu that I once would've eaten without blinking an eye. But I beat myself up over it. Feel too full, feel guilty, feel irrationally like this will unravel quick as a blink all of my hard work a la round one.
So I got into the habit of making myself throw up. Bad, I know it's bad. It's not a regular habit. Well, it wasn't. Two or three times monthly, at max. I felt better afterwards. Like a little damage control was done. "It's not a healthy practice," I'd think, "but it's a damn sight healthier than being fat." Which, to be fair, is probably true. I've started doing it a little more often, though. Started to recognize it at a get-out-of-jail free card. I'd say my average is up to two times a week.
I know it's bad. I know the detrimental health effects, I know that mentally I use it as a permissive thing to justify eating too little during the day and too much at night when really I just need to allocate my intake better and increase my exercise. I wouldn't call myself bulimic yet, but I'm worried I could be headed there. Yes, I do want to be thin. But more than anything, I just want to be healthy. Any advice or similar experience would be much appreciated. I'm feeling a little blue and a little anxious.



Posting here helped a lot. I'm all for seeking professional help when you need it and do hope to talk to a medical professional about a bevy of thoughts and obstacles I'm dealing with eventually. For now, though, I know myself and my problems and I have high hopes for what I can accomplish with willpower and community support.