Hi, I first joined this site 4 years ago. I haven't been on here in years but came across the site again by accident today. I've had issues with food for as long as I can remember but they seem to have spiralled out of control in the last couple of years. I am starting this thread in the hope that vocalising (at least in text!) my thoughts will help me on my path to recovery.
I'm sitting at my desk in work. Everyone else has left already, gone home to enjoy their evenings. In front of me is a tesco bag full of empty wrappers and packets from sausages rolls, pasta salad, bread, cheese, chocolate, nuts, pastries. I feel sick in the pit of my stomach, and tired, suddenly so very very tired. I know this feeling well enough by now to know that its not physical tiredness, its mental. I'm tired of this pattern of self-destructive behaviour. I can recognise that its getting worse and becomming more of a problem in my life. But I can't stop, something won't let me. Just as soon as I think that I've had a good couple of days, that I am finally getting some control over my eating, this monster rears its ugly head again and suddenly I find myself alone, binging so much until the pain forces me to curl up into a ball. And then I'm back to square one. I feel ashamed, guilty, disgusted with myself. I can't bring myself to look at myself in the mirror, to look at the face of failure. I vow that this is the last time, that from now on I'm going to respect myself, respect my body and overcome this crippling secret I carry around with me. Until the next time. And the next. And the next.
But today as I clear up the evidence of another mammoth binge I know deep inside that something needs to change. I'm worried, not just about putting on a couple of pounds, or not being able to fit into a dress at the weekend. But I'm worried about how this behaviour is affecting my body and my long-term health. I know I can't go on and so today is the day I start making steps to recovery. They may be small steps to begin with but it will be a start.
Today is my day of change. 16th March 2010 - the day I'm going to remember forever as being the day I got my life back.



) and after i read this i was in the proces sof telling myself "today is the last day i am beating myself up..never again!!!" and i stopped myself wondering "really? do i really want this to be my last time?" and it OCCURRED TO ME!!!!!!! i dont know how to deal with emotions yet! and i need to figure out how to cope so i can stop this...hmm i guess im in the search for a hobby! 


