I’m 25 years old and have been compulsively overeating for at least 7 years now. It feels like I have been through every aspect of an eating disorder: periods of extreme binging, attempting to purge (with little “success”), and obsessive starvation with diet pills. I’m 5’8” and my “normal” weight, when I’m not binging or starving myself, is about 140, but I have fluctuated between 110 and 190.
What makes this so hard for me is the number of times I have tried to pull myself out of this lifestyle only to watch myself fall right back. I’ve had so many “epiphanies”…moments where I’ve decided: I’m going to get healthy. I usually maintain this for a few months before I stop working out and start binging again, then return to diet pill abuse for a few more months until I lose my mind and decide: I’m going to get healthy…and so on. I’ve been through this cycle in some form at least six times that I can count.
Right now I’m back to the beginning, having recently thrown out a bottle of diet pills and decided to get myself together. But I also feel like I can’t trust myself at all. What does it mean to promise myself to change, when I’ve made this promise so many times and failed? I have no idea how to prevent the next bout of obsessive binging or diet pill abuse.
The reason I have come to this site is because I know this is a place where I won’t sound totally nuts when I say something like “I have no idea how to prevent the next bout of obsessive binging…” People who haven’t been through this hear that and think, well you’re the one who’s choosing to start binging again or choosing to swallow diet pills. Technically, that is true, but to me and probably many of you, it doesn’t feel like a choice at all.
I’ve thought about my actions a lot and I think part of why it feels so hard to break the cycle is simply that I’ve lost faith that I can break the cycle. I’ve seen myself fail so much that I just give up before I even start. I guess it’s good to realize that, but it doesn’t really help much, I still feel stuck, hopeless, and exhausted.
I don’t need to ask if anyone has been through this before—I’m sure my story is reflected over and over again with people struggling with weight issues and eating disorders. I’m almost reluctant to even ask for advice, because I don’t want to go through this again, feeling like I’ve found some “solution” that will keep me from binging, telling myself “from now on whenever I want to binge I’ll just do ____ instead, or tell myself ____ or think _____ and then I’ll regain control...” I don’t want to promise myself anything anymore, I fall so much harder when I do.
The past few months have been abysmal. Since the spring I have been on a rollercoaster of compulsive eating and diet pill abuse, I’ve gained over 25 pounds in just a few months, and have gone back to abusing amphetamines to curb my appetite. Even when I’m taking pills I still eat over 2000 calories a day, and over 5000, up to 8000, on my “days off” from taking the pills. What’s worse, they make me feel angry, depressed, empty, and usually require me to drink 6-8 shots of liquor in order to fall asleep.
I know that this is insane, but I keep doing it because taking those stupid pills gives me that one fleeting moment of control. For a few hours, I feel like I can avoid the kitchen. But now, I am risking losing my wonderful boyfriend, my sanity, and some crucial brain cells (the drugs and drinking are making me stupid; I’m currently working on a PhD in molecular biology and can’t afford any more brain damage).
This week has been great, but bittersweet. I’m reconnecting with my boyfriend and feeling happier than I’ve been in a while, but I’m not sure how long it will be before I burn out, give up, and fall back to old habits. I’ve had some small victories—last night my boyfriend made mac & cheese, and I battled between pigging out or eating none. I settled for a very small portion, ate only that amount, and felt very proud of myself afterward, an emotion I rarely have when it comes to food.
I’m hesitant to post a weight tracker, because at this point I’m less concerned with how much fat I lose and more concerned with how much of my life I can regain.
Thanks for listening.


Hi Lauren!
