Binge eating help/advice needed
in Health ·
August 14, 2015. I’m bingeing again. Just to lay it all out there, because someone might wonder where all this actually goes when you're sitting at 133 pounds. Today I’m up to 138, my stomach skin feels tight and painful, and I am sweating like crazy. Right now, I’m eating some cottage cheese. Finally found a little bit of common sense.
Yesterday, I went on a tear just because I was happy—my boss finally headed out on vacation. I polished off half a Grand Canyon sundae, a whole small one, a Snickers bar, and practically an entire large pizza. I seriously considered stopping by the bakery for more, maybe a couple of cheese pastries. But I didn't. That tiny, microscopic sliver of my brain actually spoke up and said, "Don't do this to yourself." It wasn't even about the money. I haven't seen my bank account balance this low in ages, especially on a date like this.
The cheese is melting while I'm typing this, so I need to hurry up before I lose the motivation to write anything else.
I pulled over at a gas station and grabbed a two-liter bottle of juice—it said multivitamins on the label. For heaven's sake, it isn't even soda, which is a small victory in itself. I also picked up some mini croissants and two Snickers bars. I haven't eaten them, though. They're just sitting here in my drawer. Unopened. Saving them for the next episode. Feeling proud.
So, here is what I know today: I binge when I'm happy. And the second thing? This time, I actually managed to hold out for two full weeks.
All these topics have been covered so many times before; is it possible the issue has gone extinct like the dinosaurs?...
Yesterday, I went on a tear just because I was happy—my boss finally headed out on vacation. I polished off half a Grand Canyon sundae, a whole small one, a Snickers bar, and practically an entire large pizza. I seriously considered stopping by the bakery for more, maybe a couple of cheese pastries. But I didn't. That tiny, microscopic sliver of my brain actually spoke up and said, "Don't do this to yourself." It wasn't even about the money. I haven't seen my bank account balance this low in ages, especially on a date like this.
The cheese is melting while I'm typing this, so I need to hurry up before I lose the motivation to write anything else.
I pulled over at a gas station and grabbed a two-liter bottle of juice—it said multivitamins on the label. For heaven's sake, it isn't even soda, which is a small victory in itself. I also picked up some mini croissants and two Snickers bars. I haven't eaten them, though. They're just sitting here in my drawer. Unopened. Saving them for the next episode. Feeling proud.
So, here is what I know today: I binge when I'm happy. And the second thing? This time, I actually managed to hold out for two full weeks.
All these topics have been covered so many times before; is it possible the issue has gone extinct like the dinosaurs?...