Food Addiction Support Group
An individual suffering from a food addiction disorder frequently experiences episodes of uncontrolled eating, or binging, during which they may feel frenzied or out of control. They will eat much more quickly than is normal, and continue to eat even past the point of being uncomfortably full. Binging in this way is generally followed by a period of intense guilt feelings...
Hey all.
I don't think us binge eaters can ignore the connection between being loved and craving a binge. I'm sure I'm not alone in this feeling, but lonely is exactly how you feel as you buy that family bag of crisps. Shut out the people, shut out the light.
This week I have been a fucked up mess, binge after binge, sitting in my bed and ignoring the world from under my sheets. And its all because a boy I have been dating has't called, once again. Its been a week now and no contact. When we are together, I'm a slim optimist who never nears the sweetie jar. I'm his ray of sunshine, he told me so. If only he knew. His rejection has led me to pile on the pounds in a state of manic depression. Why oh why do we need to be loved to feel self-worth?
As I sit here thinking of others who feel like this, I ask, how do things get better? Why can men play around with women and no matter what we tell ourselves we always manage to get emotionally attatched? Why couldn't they care less? Why does my silent phone drive me to the supermarket at one in the morning, daydreaming about a stronger women who would sigh and say "plenty more fish in the sea" before heading for the gym to feel good? Why can't this strong women come out, when she lives inside of all of us?
Still my phone doesn't ring. Its ok, I just want to sit here in the dark forever. And then maybe order some take out.
I don't think us binge eaters can ignore the connection between being loved and craving a binge. I'm sure I'm not alone in this feeling, but lonely is exactly how you feel as you buy that family bag of crisps. Shut out the people, shut out the light.
This week I have been a fucked up mess, binge after binge, sitting in my bed and ignoring the world from under my sheets. And its all because a boy I have been dating has't called, once again. Its been a week now and no contact. When we are together, I'm a slim optimist who never nears the sweetie jar. I'm his ray of sunshine, he told me so. If only he knew. His rejection has led me to pile on the pounds in a state of manic depression. Why oh why do we need to be loved to feel self-worth?
As I sit here thinking of others who feel like this, I ask, how do things get better? Why can men play around with women and no matter what we tell ourselves we always manage to get emotionally attatched? Why couldn't they care less? Why does my silent phone drive me to the supermarket at one in the morning, daydreaming about a stronger women who would sigh and say "plenty more fish in the sea" before heading for the gym to feel good? Why can't this strong women come out, when she lives inside of all of us?
Still my phone doesn't ring. Its ok, I just want to sit here in the dark forever. And then maybe order some take out.
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
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I'm trying to exercise daily. I was doing fairly well until I sprained my ankle 2 weeks ago but now I'm getting back on the horse. Today I walked over a mile with my arm weights that are about 22lbs total. I was out of shape and it was hard on my arms. I also did my 30 situps. I'm also going to drink a lot of water and try to eat healthy. I do tend to have a sweet tooth but I'm cutting...
And I don't know why some of us need to feel loved for affirmation. Some people I understand love themselves enough that they don't need that. And I have said it before, Ben and Jerry are never too tired, too busy or just not interested. We substitute food for sex. Sometimes we substitute food for love.
I think one day and soon, you are going to wake up and realize that in spite of your best efforts, the sun came up, the seasons change and life does go on. And you will want to be a part of it.
I hope your next relationship (and there will be another) is with a prince who does not turn into a toad. God bless you.