I don't wake up each morning and think "Today is going to be another day I won't get through without binging." I am always tentatively hopeful. I always have decent intentions... yet nearly every single day since the holidays, I have completely lost the battle with myself and lost control by the end of the day.
I had lost 80 pounds and had pretty much maintained it for about 2 years. I never was happy though, I guess that might be part of the problem. I've always had a lot of issues with depression (diagnosed bipolar to be more specific) and addiction, and the whole maintaining thing was like this horrible up and down ride that I could not get off of. White knuckled, holding onto my seat, unable to concentrate on anything but the ride. I grew obsessed with food, and simultaneously terrified of gaining any of my weight back, lest I fall off the ride and end up back in the midst of obesity. So I spent about 70% of the time thinking about food and 20% of the time thinking about my weight, my body, exercise, etc., and the other 10% of the time thinking about how miserable and pathetic I was.
Eventually, I had to see a nutritionist because my weight dropped too low (about 97 pounds at the time, bodyfat was measured to be around 8%), and I was constantly urged to gain weight. And I mostly resisted, and my weight dropped to about 92 pounds before I finally gave in. I hadn't gotten my period in a year and a half, and I knew I didn't look healthy... so I tried to just give myself slack on certain things, an extra helping of rice at dinner, an extra protein with breakfast, etc..
And then the holidays came. And in my mindset of "Well, I really do need to gain a little bit of weight anyway," I ended up completely falling (head first) off of the ride. After being obsessed with food and denying it to myself for so long, I went out of control. I started eating things I had given up, grazing on snacks throughout the day instead of waiting until meal time, completely not counting calories at all, and then I started all out binging at night. I've been gaining about half a pound a day since then.
Now, I have gone from underweight to overweight again, and I feel so uncomfortable in my own skin (especially since none of my clothes fit anymore and I can't find any that do because most of the weight went to my stomach and everything is so unflattering). I don't even want to go outside, to be seen.. by anybody. Especially people that haven't seen me since I was thin, which was only a few months ago so that's mostly everybody. I even went on a trip to Australia that I had been planning for ages and I couldn't even enjoy it because I was still binging and increasingly ashamed of myself, my eating habits, and my body. I have COUNTLESS TIMES told myself, this is it, I can lose the weight, I've done it before, let's start today... but something just feels different this time. I feel like something in me has just snapped. I feel like... I'm miserable now, I was miserable when I was thin, I can't remember the last time I was happy, so what's the point? At least I can temporarily feel better with food... and that ends up winning out each time. I've lost interest in all other activities, especially now that all I can concentrate on is how much weight I have gained and how physically uncomfortable I am.
I've tried going cold turkey (as in, switching back to what I consider a "perfect diet" or as close as I can get), and I've tried easing back into it (slowly cutting back on my binges and switching out for healthier foods). I've thrown away my binge foods and ended up just buying them again, which is certainly a waste of money and food..
I feel like I've dug myself into the bottom of this hole, and there's no ladder, no rope, nothing to help me get out, and I'm just trying to scramble up the sides only to fall on my butt again. I can't stop crying, all I want to do is lay in bed, or eat to numb the pain and anxiety. And I still haven't even gotten my period back.
I don't know what I wanted to get out of this... I mean it would be great if anybody had some input. After so many times of "starting over," it is just so hard to muster up the motivation because it all just feels so hopeless now. Thank you for listening anyway... I don't think anybody else in my life could understand, and I'm too ashamed to talk about it anyway.



