This is going to sound weird, but I don't really miss the food aspect of binge eating. What I do miss is the comfort it offered.
I wasn't always a binge eater. Long story short, the love of my life died when I had
a) just moved to a new country and
b) was living alone for the first time.
When no one else was there, food was. It became the only point of light in otherwise miserable weeks--the only things I remember feeling during that period were desperate sadness and that brief, wonderful rush of numbness when I was bingeing.
Of course, the habit stuck. Binge eating became my primary coping mechanism, and the best way I knew how to calm myself down. I've been binge free since May (yay!) and I'm definitely not about to throw all that away, but...things are starting to get rough in my life again and I realized that I never really found a "replacement" coping mechanism--you know, one that isn't totally damaging. Any suggestions? What do you all use to keep yourselves calm, happy, and in control?
(Also, sorry for rambling!)



