... Or want to binge.
I'd always thought that I binged when I was stressed out, or anxious, preoccupied with some worries. It seemed to be a way to soothe myself & calm myself, to make up for bumping & bruising myself against life's difficulties. But over the long Easter weekend, I discovered something else: I would be capable of bingeing out of elation, while feeling happy & excited.
I went away for the weekend, on a trip to Connecticut, to visit old house museums & antique shops (which I love) & buy smelly candles, see the white beluga whales at Mystic Aquarium, etc. The weather was gorgeous. We stopped at a beach & watched people out sunning themselves & flying kites. I was happy, contented -- if I could, I'd purr like a cat in that sunlight.
And I suddenly wanted to eat. I wanted all sorts of summery treats. I wanted fudge & saltwater taffy, fried fish & clams & calamari & french fries, ice cream cones. I wanted, wanted, wanted, and I also had that crazy, impervious feeling that I could eat & it wouldn't count because I was on vacation. (Yeah, I know.) Because I was celebrating!
I managed to restrain myself, but not without a lot of effort. This was a shocker. That I could binge from exulting in a good moment in life.
All of a sudden I have a new insight into bingeing. It's not just for the low & sad times or the tense times. It's also for the occasional, incredible highs. Then it must be more complex than I'd ever thought -- and it must be a way of trying to "even out" the peaks & valleys. Whenever I feel a zig-zag, I think I turn to food to make it more, well, flat-lined.
For me, this is a disturbing insight & I wonder if it's true for others. If so, this is much harder than simply stopping comfort eating.


and frustrated and sometimes even angry, gosh- so embarrassing to admit that, I sound like a food crazed maniac.
I have also realised that I binge anytime, happy, sad, anxious, calm. I go for long periods of time being in control and doing great and then I will just binge and sometimes the binges go on for a couple of weeks and I to try to justify my binges telling myself "Oh it won't kill me" or "I deserve this, I've been so good for weeks and weeks" when in reality if I'm good I can and should reward myself but in moderation, not by eating thousands of calories. Keep up the good work, you are also not alone in your thinking. 
