I have yo-yo'd weight-wise like nobody's business in the 25 years I've been on this planet. I'm constantly trying to muster the will-power required to go whole-hog 100% calorie-counting PERFECTION. And if I can't do perfection... I eat whatever I want. Anything I want. I eat until I feel sick, and I eat until the number on the scale starts a steady and steep climb. And... I hate myself.
During my latest round of self-hatred, I walked down to a local bookstore in search of a specific book I'd read the back of on amazon. I totally related to everything it was talking about.
I searched for a bit, but eventually frustrated by my inability to find it (even though the computer said there was a copy in stock), I gave in and (in embarassment), asked the largest female employee I could find for help finding it. I was shocked... SHOCKED... when she told me it wasn't in the "Diets/Nutrition" section, it was in the "Eating Disorders" section.
The more I read the book, the more I have to accept I have a binge eating disorder.
I very rarely wait until hunger strikes to eat. If there's food nearby, my ability to deny myself is... well. It's damn near impossible. If there's food in front of me... I don't know how to deny myself. There's this unbelievable tension in the air while my self-perception, my concern about how other people perceive me, and the slimmer version of me are all WARRING in my head, screaming different directions. EAT IT, IT'LL MAKE YOU FEEL SO MUCH BETTER! DON'T EAT IT, YOU'RE ALREADY FULL! JUST ONE MORE, IT'S ONLY 300 CALORIES! BUT WHAT WILL MY SKINNY FRIEND HERE THINK OF ME IF I EAT MY FOURTH AND SHE ATE ONE AND A HALF...? I think we all know who wins the most.
I hide my excessive eating from my DH, and try to rationalize all of my poor eating decisions to myself in the moment. I hide wrappers in the bottom of our garbage can, and sometimes will buy food that I'll rapidly eat a bunch of before throwing the package out on the way into my apartment building, so my DH doesn't see it, or know how I'm eating. He'll buy junk food (chips or cheetos) that sits in the cupboard for days and days because he has a normal relationship with food. I can't stand it. I'll give in and binge on it, then hide the wrappers. If he asks, I say I threw them out because they were tempting me.
As I eat, and the food disappears from my plate, I start to mourn it. I always want more. I frequently rehash this show I watched when I was 15 in my head. A tween show, where the main character could control time. He ate a whole pizza... and enjoyed it so much that he went back in time and ate it all over again. I always feel like this when enjoying a meal that's portion-controlled. Like... how do I know I'm done if I don't feel uncomfortable or sick?
If a binge mood hits, I'll make crazy concoctions of butter or cream cheese and icing sugar. Peanut butter and sugar and oats and cocoa. Like crazy unbaked cookies or cakes, and I'll just sit in our apartment shovelling it in my face--- not hungry. Often not even really enjoying it. Sickened.
I don't really know what the next steps are to truly make a change. I don't know how I feel about OA... I don't refer to myself as an aetheist... more agnostic. But I'm a terribly practical person. Possibly to my own detriment. I don't embrace faith or spirituality in any way, and the concept of a higher power seems to be a big one in OA.
Ugh. Lunch hour running out.
Long story short... it's totally time for a change. Acceptance is the first step, right?



. It might seem like nothing will ever take away your desire to binge, but you can overcome it, and it's not as complicated as it seems. I haven't had a full-blown binge in about 6 weeks and I can't believe how easy it's been. You don't necessarily have to do spiritual exploration (I haven't done any) or cut out sugar/white flour (although to be fair it has helped me to cut down on them).