I have been sitting here trying to figure out what happened. About an hour before lunch I started craving candy from the candy drawer here at work.
The craving just kept going. I was able to ignore it for a while but eventually it just got too strong.
I managed to get away with only eating about 8 pieces of candy, which isn't too bad considering there's endless amounts in that drawer. I wouldn't call it a binge because I stopped myself pretty quickly and I haven't gone back for more, but I would consider it compulsive overeating since I had initially told myself I wasn't going to have any of it. It's going to hinder any weight loss I might've achieved today and I am pretty sad about it. I also know that it was probably 700+ calories.
What I'm more upset about it that I felt like I couldn't stop it. It just came so strongly and for no reason. I tried to employ some of the BOB tips but I think I fought it too much, rather than really let it pass. I also think I was afraid of it.
I have been trying to view my urges with less fear. I don't want to be afraid of them. They're there but I am ultimately in control. I was the one who consciously went and got candy out of the drawer and ate it. I could've not done that. I was immediately concerned when I noticed I was having those cravings. I got nervous, anxious...ultimately I was scared and I think even though I tried to let the urge pass I ended up really just fighting with it until I believed I couldn't beat it.
/sigh
I am not losing hope. I have been having issues with binge eating and compulsive overeating for a long time. I think it might take a try or two(or a thousand) to really settle my qualms. I think I'm just tired of being the same weight and I'd like to see a significant loss over the next few months. During my time working through some of my BED issues I had kind of set weight loss to the side, but I think a big part of my recovery will be some weight loss. Even 10-15lbs would be a giant mental win and a positive push in the right direction.
I keep telling myself that I'm definitely going to lose the weight and reach a normal weight for my height but sometimes, after losing to an urge or craving, I just sit here and wonder if I'm destined to keep getting bigger until I'm dead.
Sorry if this post is depressing.
I'm not giving up, but I am a little blue today.


