It's time for me to stop pretending. It's time for me to face the truth, as cold and hard as it is. This is where I belong.
I AM a compulsive over-eater, and I need help.
I've been trying so hard to lose the weight on my own; counting calories, Weight Watchers, exercising religiously. But then when the lights go off at night and the house is quiet, there I am, raiding the fridge and tearing apart the cabinets.
I can't do this anymore.
I have so much in my life to be happy about. I'm planning my wedding, I've got all this time to spend with my fiancee, I'll be graduating college soon. I've got all these big dreams, but then somehow, food gets in the way. I'm not happy unless I've got something in my mouth, and I hate how that feels.
It's time for me to face it--I can't do this alone anymore.

