re: Binge Eating Disorder (B.E.D.)

the thing about food addiction is you have to continue a relationship with it, where as substance abuse you can cast all connections out your life.

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I try to eat well, but some days I can't control myself and a slice of pizza turns into a whole pizza, with cookies, and whatever I can get my hands on. I always feel terrible about it and try to never do it again, and then a week later I'm at it.

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That's called the munchies man. Not B.E.D.

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It feels so good to eat carbs, but feel like shite after.

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I am guilty of this.

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Appreciate it

I'm looking into more info. I've spent the last 2 years in this never ending cycle. I've known I needed help but didn't know I had real options out there.

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Sometimes I just get major cravings and pig out, doesn't everyone?

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Not the same thing.

Imagine you don't have a craving. You aren't hungry. Maybe you just ate. Maybe you ate a few hours before.

But you get near food, so you start eating it. You tell yourself to eat one or two cookies because "frick yeah, we've got homemade cookies in the house!" Because that's what a normal person may do. But you don't eat two, you eat four and stop because that's too many. Then you remember that there's milk in the fridge, so you get a glass of milk. You eat three more cookies because cookies and milk go together. You realize that eating the entire plate of cookies will piss off your wife, so you stop eating cookies. You still have milk left, so you pour cereal into a bowl and add the rest of the milk. Ohp...didn't have enough milk. Let's top it off with some more. You eat the cereal and realize there's some milk leftover. So you add a little more cereal and finish the bowl. As you put the milk back in the fridge, you reach into the freezer and grab a pint of ice cream. Just because it's there. You eat a spoonful and tell yourself, "Well, I already blew my diet today anyway...." You eat a few more spoonfuls and realize that the ice cream is melting a little on the edges, which makes it a bit more tasty and easier to scoop. So you start scraping the perimeter of the ice cream container until you're dipped down into it. It's noticeable, and you start to wonder about your wife asking you about eating seven cookies and the ice cream. So you eat from the middle of the ice cream to try and hide the fact that you just ate half of the container. You put the ice cream away and grab some dark chocolate from the pantry because it's "healthy" and bitter and whatever, frick it, why not?

That's what binge eating is like. If you do this often, so much so that you wish you could stop and regret it every time, then it might be a disorder.

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This is so similar to my behavior, it's scary.

What has your experience been like and what steps have you taken to get help?

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Imagine you don't have a craving. You aren't hungry. Maybe you just ate. Maybe you ate a few hours before.

But you get near food, so you start eating it. You tell yourself to eat one or two cookies because "frick yeah, we've got homemade cookies in the house!" Because that's what a normal person may do. But you don't eat two, you eat four and stop because that's too many. Then you remember that there's milk in the fridge, so you get a glass of milk. You eat three more cookies because cookies and milk go together. You realize that eating the entire plate of cookies will piss off your wife, so you stop eating cookies. You still have milk left, so you pour cereal into a bowl and add the rest of the milk. Ohp...didn't have enough milk. Let's top it off with some more. You eat the cereal and realize there's some milk leftover. So you add a little more cereal and finish the bowl. As you put the milk back in the fridge, you reach into the freezer and grab a pint of ice cream. Just because it's there. You eat a spoonful and tell yourself, "Well, I already blew my diet today anyway...." You eat a few more spoonfuls and realize that the ice cream is melting a little on the edges, which makes it a bit more tasty and easier to scoop. So you start scraping the perimeter of the ice cream container until you're dipped down into it. It's noticeable, and you start to wonder about your wife asking you about eating seven cookies and the ice cream. So you eat from the middle of the ice cream to try and hide the fact that you just ate half of the container. You put the ice cream away and grab some dark chocolate from the pantry because it's "healthy" and bitter and whatever, frick it, why not?

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Holy balls.

Sounds like me on weed and xanax in college when I hadn't eaten anything by Ramen for 3 days then go home with my parents' full pantry.

Good luck with this man.

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Or ice cream. I'll go for a tablespoon or two of ice cream after lunch and next thing I know, it's been twenty minutes and I've eaten the entire half gallon. 

What's worst about it is that I only do this alone. If my wife is around, I never overeat or binge. But if I'm home alone, I always seem to find the opportunity to eat an exorbitant amount of food

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I always thought I just have a sweet tooth.

But I'll buy some cookies that should last me a week or so and eat the entire thing in one sitting. Sometimes just hovered over the kitchen counter. And always alone, never when the gf is over.

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My experience has been spending years - literally years as in almost a decade now - thinking, "If I just stopped eating sweets and binging on them, I would be ripped!"

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This has been me the past 2 years. I have a good/regular diet most days. I track all my calories, and it's clean and well. I try to not cheat a little because I can't control it when I do. I can/have even hit stretches of ten+ days in a row eating clean and in control. Then I tell myself I deserve a reward, I'll start with a few pieces of pizza or something, but the rest of my day is devoted to eating as much as I can. I'll just think about what I'm going to eat next, and go out of my way to get junk food. Then I feel terrible and say I won't do it again, but I'm back in that rut and I inevitably do the same thing a few days or a week later.

This is a first world disease if I've ever heard of one.