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I finally decided to start going to therapy for my problem. I tried once over a year ago, but the woman was totally incompetent and had no idea what to do with me. I decided to try again, and in November I started therapy with someone else. It has been extremely emotionally draining. I went there expecting to just figure out why I binge and how to stop, but it has been soooo much more than that. The bottom line is, we all eat for a reason. It’s not because we have no self control, it’s not because we are weak, or stupid, or fat, or worthless. It’s because there is something else going on inside. Something that’s hiding that we suppress with the food. My problem is emotion. I don’t identify my emotions and instead I stuff them down. It doesn’t matter whether I’m happy, sad, angry, etc…they are all a trigger for me. I moved in with my boyfriend around the time I started therapy and had been doing really well for a few months. I wasn’t starving myself or even really watching what I ate. I just ate until I didn’t want to eat any more. That was the best feeling. I had actually stopped working out and despite that I was losing weight. Recently I moved back in with my parents and the old habits have crept back into my life. I’m determined to face my demons here in this house and learn to manage my problem. My advice (as someone who is on the track to really beating this despite my setbacks) is to try therapy. It’s scary and it isn’t easy to find the right therapist, but if you do, it is well worth it.

My boyfriend and I have been together for over 2 years and he is the first person I told about my binge eating. It has taken a huge toll on our relationship. I’m able to “be good” for a few days, but once I slip and binge once, it’s a downward spiral and I get completely sucked in, I can’t stop, and the bingeing goes on for a week or more. I used to put a stop to these bad weeks by talking to my boyfriend about it. Bingeing makes me feel emotionally numb, but once I say it out loud and confess to him I cry and cry and cry, and then the next day I feel great. I feel like something has been lifted from me and I can move on with my life, until the next binge. He recently told my that he worries about my eating everyday…it’s the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up in the morning and he thinks about it everytime he eats even when I’m not there…my problem is haunting him and I’m so afraid to lose him. Now I hide my bingeing from him so he will worry less, but I hate lying to him, and I don’t know what to do…any help?

I’ve had this problem for my whole life. Nobody knew about it until a year ago when I told my parents and my boyfriend. It has put such a strain on my relationship with him that I sometimes wonder if I will lose him because of it. Everyday it is a challenge to get out of bed. I feel so sad and ashamed that I have missed out on many opportunities to have fun and just live my life and be happy. I push people away and get angry at them and try to find ways to blame them for my unhappiness. I’m not too overweight anymore because I work out alot and I’m in really good shape, but I’m tired…I’m just really tired of failing everyday. I no longer trust myself or like myself. I want to get better, but I wish I knew where to begin…