This probably won't endear me to anyone, but I have done a lot of thinking lately about binge eating, and other addictions, and well I tend to be full of tough love for myself.
It's really very selfish. When I think back to this past summer when I was bingeing 2-4 times per week, isolating myself from everyone I loved, canceling activities, and throwing away some of the best days of the summer because I thought I was too "fat" and bloated to participate and that anyone would even care about how I looked in the first place as if I was the center of their universe(!); how I knew the night before while CHOOSING to binge that I had something planned for the next day and how I could have said no. No one but me made me open the refrigerator or drive to McDonalds after all. That was all me; always me.
I just...I'm disgusted with that self. That part of me that allowed myself to be that way, to make excuses for myself and for my behavior. At that point, my bingeng was purely habitual because I had already given up dieting and trying to lose weight and was eating normal portions, but the urges still persisted because I let them. I let them because I always gave in and appeased them. I blamed everyone and everything other than myself. I blamed sugar, I blamed ice cream, I blamed TV commercials, I blamed my family, I blamed society. I had every excuse in the book instead of taking responsibility for myself and for my actions.
Bingeing caused me to hurt people I care about. By bingeing I was sending a message that I cared more about chocolate cake than them. Disgusting and selfish to be so wrapped up in your own head; to be so obsessed with food and weight at the cost of all others and life itself. It's a very selfish thing, and there's no excuse for it. I am not a victim.

