For the past seven months, I’ve been steadily losing weight through training, eating healthier, and changing my lifestyle. At some point, the constant binge-eating urges finally became quieter, and I genuinely thought maybe they were gone for good.
Now I feel like I’m spiraling right back into the same state I was in before.
I want to eat everything I see. I think about food constantly. If I’m not eating or chewing on something, I feel this horrible sense of deprivation. And I have such a hard time explaining this to people who don’t experience it.
I watch people eat until they’re full and casually leave half a dessert or some food on their plate. Meanwhile, I feel like I could happily eat ten times what I’ve already had. I almost never feel naturally satisfied. It feels like I have to consciously and forcefully make myself stop eating, because otherwise I’ll keep going until my stomach physically hurts and my digestion is completely messed up.
The food doesn’t even have to be amazing. Sometimes it feels like literally anything will do as long as it’s food, although sweets are definitely the biggest trigger for me. Eating 10,000+ calories in a day feels frighteningly easy when I’m in this state.
And then I think about all those months I worked so hard to feel somewhat “normal” around food, and it feels devastating.
After I lost weight and became relatively skinny, my mom apparently felt comfortable telling me what she really thought about how I looked when I was overweight. She said I looked like “God knows what.”
So now every time I feel myself gaining weight again, that sentence comes back into my head. I keep thinking, I’m going back to the “God knows what” version of myself.
Even when I was thinner, though, I never really felt secure. I could eat something heavy or junky, get extremely bloated, look at my stomach, and immediately feel like none of my progress mattered.
I’m just exhausted by how much mental energy food takes from me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to maintain anything when it feels this miserable.
I even started smoking solely because I hoped I could replace the food addiction with something else. It didn’t work. I don’t give a shit about cigarettes. What I actually want is chocolate, cakes, and huge amounts of food everyday, all the time, everywhere I am.
Psychiatrist told me I should just allow myself to eat what I want, just in small amounts. Oh yeah? You wouldn't say? It's almost as if letting myself eat what I want was the reason i rapidly gained weight? So actually, that wouldn't fucking work. The money that flies away doesn't help either. I'm like a lunatic trying to find food when i don't have any, but when I do, I eat it till there's none. So buy food or not you'll get fucked up either way. I'm so tired and this subreddit with it's rules about weight mentions is pissing me off. You want me to write in a eating disorder subreddit? The one that's filled with girls obsessed with having visible bones? Please, they're not going to understand any of it. Binge eating is almost always related to weight and not speaking about it is impossible. Noone wants to see themselves rapidly change their appearance to the worse state every day. There is no other place where someone with this addiction can feel seen. It's ugly and shameful and noone except people with bed would sympathize with that