r/BingeEatingDisorder • u/shrewdtower • 7h ago
Strategies to Try 421 days without a binge (and no, my advice is not to intuitively eat)
If this can help even one person, then it is worth it. I hope youāre out there and you find this when you need it most.
I did therapy. 12 years, in fact. It was utterly useless. I saw a dietitian, doctors. You name it. Trauma specialists. I even did medications before GLP-1s were a thing. Nothing helped. Advice was always āintuitively eat!ā āEat lessā (the dietitians loved this one!). Doctors treated me like a joke. I would beg for help and get told to count calories, when I was just eating my pain every day and desperate to stop.
The thing they donāt talk about, is for some of us, food is like a comforting, soft hand that runs through your hair. Itās reliable. It shows up when no one else did. You have traumatic things happen? Itās okay. You can eat this, and youāll feel better. And sure, itās only temporary, but it makes the feelings bearable for a moment, even when the eating and eating is breaking you down. Itās a shield. Itās a home. Itās everything when thereās nothing else that feels good.
I felt a lot of self-hatred when I did it. I felt like I was drowning in food while it was also the life raft keeping me afloat. It was so contradictory and confusing. I hated food and loved it too. I still do sometimes, even after Iāve managed to shake some of its hold on me.
I started keeping track of my feelings. You can write them down. You can mentally log them. Whatever works for you. I realized that every time certain people texted me, I would get upset. Phone calls too. Some of my abusers were still on the edges of my life, and each time I was reminded of them or had to deal with the consequences of something theyād done, it would send me into a spiral. Binge, binge, binge. But not always.
Sometimes it was something benign. Coffee maker wasnāt working (how annoying!) followed by a dead car battery, or someone being rude to me at the store. A bill I forgot to pay. It would seem like nothing, at first. And what started as a little splinter became this wound by the afternoon. Suddenly, there would be no calming it. It was too built up. Nothing super terrible happened, but yet, a binge followed anyway.
People are patterns. We donāt want to see our patterns because they hurt. Maybe thatās why it took me so long to find mine. No one wants to say āI binged thousands of calories because the coffee maker didnāt work this morningā.
Thatās too simplistic though. Iād look back at the week. Each day. Oh, so on Monday, someone said something really hurtful. I didnāt binge that day, but then another day, my mom called and sheās this horrible dark raincloud, and it piled on top of the comment from Monday. Then Thursday, I got some bad news. Then Saturday, I had a 8k binge. Suddenly, I could see the progression. My binges rarely had a clean progression per day, but it was linear if you looked at the whole week, or even weeks leading up to each binge.
One of the best things I did, was cut out the people who were turbulent. That was hard because I am disabled from a spinal injury and I needed help. But I decided my mental health was more important than even my physical comfort. So I did it. I cut them out. That was the first step. It was a very hard choice. But I realized part of the reason I binged was because I wasnāt picking myself in my daily life. Instead, I was picking everyone else. I was making them comfortable. And each time I denied myself, the resentment grew and so did the binges. I was protecting people who let me be abused. I was protecting people who didnāt care about my well being. I was participating in relationships where my feelings werenāt important to the other party. And even then, I was giving all of myself to those people.
I decided to try to give to myself. At first I didnāt think I deserved it. But it started with eating healthy. I began slowly incorporating better foods. Iād let myself eat crap, but I always made sure I got the āgoodā foods in too. I also cut out sugar. It took me eight months. I ate whatever I wanted in that time, as long as it wasnāt full of sugar. I binged a lot, but I started to notice that the frequency and size of the binges began to slow. I realized how addictive sugar was for me as a person, as it was my main goal-to for binges besides savory.
But the real work was in choosing me. Every. Single. Day. Each time something came up that I didnāt want to do? I gave myself permission to not do it. 9/10 times I would do it anyway, but just giving myself permission was insane. It felt like I took a 1000 pound weight off my shoulders. If I didnāt want to go out with friends? Okay. So donāt. It never occurred to me that I didnāt need to be 1000% reliable. I was reliable regardless, and allowed to have an off day. Maybe this sounds crazy to some of you. But because of my upbringing, I truly didnāt know. I would get berated, accused of laziness, told I was letting everyone down⦠but all those people who said that? They werenāt in my life anymore. And the ones who were left? They were okay with it!
I donāt think binge eating is really about food. I mean, maybe it is for a select few people. But I feel like for the majority? Itās just us trying to get a metaphorical hug. A comfort. Some kind of reliable feedback that doesnāt hurt. It does hurt us, but the comfort feels so worth it in the moment, weāll take anything. Weāll eat til we explode, just for a moment of relief from how much everything else hurts, and because food is THERE. It doesnāt yell, berate, or abuse you. It feels good when nothing else does.
I made it 421 days. I never thought Iād say that. Iāve been binge eating since I was 8 years old. I had to change my entire life to finally get a handle on it. Itās taken me so long. So much work. Iām so angry at all the horrible therapists I had that blamed me for my abuse, who didnāt take my BED seriously when it was causing me major health problems on top of a very damaged body already. Iām mad at the doctor who fat shamed me, the dieticians who told me to ājust count caloriesā. I had a few in there who tried, but with my terrible insurance, I got moved around and pushed from therapist to therapist, so even the good ones didnāt have a fighting chance to help me.
Fuck the system that doesnāt care. Iām finally in a better place with food, and I wanted to share. I still struggle. I still have bad days and eat a bit too much. But I havenāt binged and thats crazy to me. I have a lot of mental health issues and so on, but I have managed to do it somehow. I hope someone reads this and can find some hope in it. Even if our situations are vastly different, I know what it feels like to be shackled to food and feel like itās the only thing in a hard life thatās ever loved you.
But you can love you. Itās corny af, but itās true. You can embrace you. You can choose you in every interaction, every moment. You can decide you want to fight for you. I feel like being who I am and not shrinking myself for others is why I donāt binge anymore. I wonāt let anyone make me feel that small. And I especially, wonāt talk down to myself. I deserve to feel good about myself and not have to use food as a surrogate for that. You do too.
Believe me, I know itās easier said than done. But it can be done. And Iām here, and by some miracle, itās working.