snakeblitz33
Well-Known Member
I know some of you don't care - and some may laugh at me or make fun, I don't care. I am seeking some help from fellow friends here on the boards... I need your support for my health and sanity.
I never knew that there was such a thing called "binge eating disorder" until I was reading about it. I thought that I was the only one... you know, one of those feelings.
I put everything on my plate and I have to finish it... I get that feeling that if I don't finish it, something bad is going to happen. I don't know what - but I just have to finish it. I have to eat anything that people offer me, regardless if I am hungry or not. Even when I am not hungry, I will go into the kitchen and snack, and snack and snack. I always do this alone, and I always feel absolutely horrible and guilty afterwards. I do this about two to three times a week.
When I know I will be alone all evening, I will sometimes stop by the store to pick up some snacks... cookies, doughnuts,... whatever... and I will just sit there and eat and eat and eat until they are gone... and then I feel so guilty about it and so terrible that I throw away the packaging in the outside garbage so my family and friends don't know about it, especially my wife.
I started binge eating when I was nine - after my mother was hospitalized for a mental disorder. My brother practically raised me, but he wasn't a mother or a father - and was only seven years older than me at the time. I would secretly eat a box of poptarts or a whole thing of cookies... and I wouldn't purge or overexercise to compensate. I would be miserable,... but then I would still sit down to a meal even if I wasn't hungry. Things got a little better for me and I stopped... I didn't think about it anymore and when I started highschool I was 155 pounds.
My senior year of highschool I became friends with someone who started getting me back in the habit of eating large snacks after school again and it all started from there - I sunk back into old habits. I'm not blaming my friend at all - because it was mostly my depression.
After my fish store closed, I was at 277 pounds. But then life started getting better and I decided that enough was enough so I really worked hard on my diet and tried to limit my bingeings to once a week.. and it worked. I got down to 211 pounds. I found out that my wife was pregnant about a year ago - and the stresses of having to prepare for such a big life change - and not being financially ready and stable yet - as well as stresses of life in general started me back on the path to bingeing. At first it was just about twice a week - I would sit and eat a bag of potato chips till they were completely gone or finish the leftovers before they spoiled. Over the last three or four months it's progressively gotten worse. I am currently back up to 246 pounds.
I am pouring my heart out to those that can understand this disorder. I need support to overcome it. I realize that I can not do this on my own again and I need some help from close friends and not so close friends to help me change my habits. I need advice, wisdom and comments... any support. Please do not comment on this thread if you are going to be mean - that's the last thing I need right now.
P.S. I just told my wife this afternoon about my eating disorder. That was a big first step.
I never knew that there was such a thing called "binge eating disorder" until I was reading about it. I thought that I was the only one... you know, one of those feelings.
I put everything on my plate and I have to finish it... I get that feeling that if I don't finish it, something bad is going to happen. I don't know what - but I just have to finish it. I have to eat anything that people offer me, regardless if I am hungry or not. Even when I am not hungry, I will go into the kitchen and snack, and snack and snack. I always do this alone, and I always feel absolutely horrible and guilty afterwards. I do this about two to three times a week.
When I know I will be alone all evening, I will sometimes stop by the store to pick up some snacks... cookies, doughnuts,... whatever... and I will just sit there and eat and eat and eat until they are gone... and then I feel so guilty about it and so terrible that I throw away the packaging in the outside garbage so my family and friends don't know about it, especially my wife.
I started binge eating when I was nine - after my mother was hospitalized for a mental disorder. My brother practically raised me, but he wasn't a mother or a father - and was only seven years older than me at the time. I would secretly eat a box of poptarts or a whole thing of cookies... and I wouldn't purge or overexercise to compensate. I would be miserable,... but then I would still sit down to a meal even if I wasn't hungry. Things got a little better for me and I stopped... I didn't think about it anymore and when I started highschool I was 155 pounds.
My senior year of highschool I became friends with someone who started getting me back in the habit of eating large snacks after school again and it all started from there - I sunk back into old habits. I'm not blaming my friend at all - because it was mostly my depression.
After my fish store closed, I was at 277 pounds. But then life started getting better and I decided that enough was enough so I really worked hard on my diet and tried to limit my bingeings to once a week.. and it worked. I got down to 211 pounds. I found out that my wife was pregnant about a year ago - and the stresses of having to prepare for such a big life change - and not being financially ready and stable yet - as well as stresses of life in general started me back on the path to bingeing. At first it was just about twice a week - I would sit and eat a bag of potato chips till they were completely gone or finish the leftovers before they spoiled. Over the last three or four months it's progressively gotten worse. I am currently back up to 246 pounds.
I am pouring my heart out to those that can understand this disorder. I need support to overcome it. I realize that I can not do this on my own again and I need some help from close friends and not so close friends to help me change my habits. I need advice, wisdom and comments... any support. Please do not comment on this thread if you are going to be mean - that's the last thing I need right now.
P.S. I just told my wife this afternoon about my eating disorder. That was a big first step.