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Behind the Binge: A Little More of My Story

More and more I’m starting to realise that it’s so important for me to honestly talk about my past relationship with food. To put every brutal horrible detail up there. To show you – and women everywhere – that you are not alone. And to start to slowly chip away at the stigma and shame associated with food bondage.

I’ve written about my story a lot. About having had bulimia and binge eating for 10 years. It’s part of my past now. But it will always also be part of what made me who I am today. I want to share some more today, to show you that no matter how low you think you’ve fallen, if I could do all of this over and over and over again and break free and now be free, then so too can you.

I’m writing this intro after having written the post just before, and now I need to edit and get it ready to publish, but truthfully I feel completely wiped. Drained. I’m struggling to even type right now. That’s what happens when you let out something you’ve been holding onto so tightly, and with such shame.

It’s incredibly therapeutic. So make sure you do the journal exercise I give you at the end. And if you know that all of this speaks to you on this incredible deep and scary level, and if you know you just HAVE to find a way out this year, then perhaps it’s time to admit you need to be at my workshop next week. There are 3 places left.

"binge eating"

Long after I first broke the pattern of daily binge eating, I kept up this little charade with myself.

This thing where I’d tell myself that I was buying the block or blocks of chocolate just because it was on sale, or because it would be useful to have around, or because I would only eat one row or a few pieces anyway.

And then because I had the chocolate in my basket and because deep down in my mind where even I didn’t want to look I knew what was really going to happen, I’d find myself magnetically drawn – purposefully now – to the baked goods section.

Donuts would go in, supermarket made. Such a bargain at often less than $3 for a pack of 6. I’d get 3 packs usually. 1 to leave out for my partner and the other 2 could be my little secret.

Of course donut packaging is quite robust, big, and tough to hide so sometimes I’d go for the packs of biscuits. Oreos were a phase for a long while. Supermarket-brand choc-chip cookies got a year-long look in. And magnum ice-creams were always a favourite. 1 pack went too quickly, so usually I’d get 2.

And the truth is that even in entering the store I had no real purpose as far as buying healthy food. Even as I would park the car, turn the engine off, get my wallet out, walk inside in my gym gear looking like the picture of health after a long day as a personal trainer, all the while telling myself I just had to ‘pick up a few things’, there was never any doubt.

kidding myself

I became an expert at kidding myself, and I was so good at it that I’d kid myself even as I would check out with my basket now straining from sweets and baked goodies and sometimes even just random starchy food items that I didn’t even really like eating.

In my head I’d say I’m not going to eat it. Not tonight at least. It’s just kind of good to have there. It’s … comforting.

And I’d look at the people in front or behind me with their basket of normal, real food with maybe 1 or 2 junk food items in there and I would truly marvel at how on earth they could shop like that. And I’d wonder what it would be like, what it would feel like, to be someone who naturally ate clean and enjoyed it; who didn’t even think about binge eating or eating when not hungry.

I’d look, and I’d marvel, and I’d laugh to the checkout girl when they jokingly asked “is this all for you then?!” and I’d answer light-heartedly about the party I was having and sometimes I’d wonder what it would be like to just tell the truth, to let it out, to SCREAM it out that yes actually it IS all for me and if you really want to know I’ll eat at least 70% of this within 2 hours of getting home and I’ll be sick and bloated and puffy and feel terrible and my stomach will be strained so much that I won’t even want to get off the couch and I’ll be wearing my baggiest clothes and I won’t be able to fit another bite in but because I’ve come this far I’ll have to.

And so the 70% I’ve eaten will become 80% and then 90% and then there’ll only be a little bit of the feast left and so I’ll valiantly push through and stuff it in or else I’ll suddenly be swept by a wave of self-loathing and I’ll immediately rush around to get rid of the evidence.

And the evidence will be everywhere because I really won’t, really can’t, be able to take time to carefully open anything or lay it out on a plate, I just can’t stop to do that so instead I will grab 2, maybe 3 or 4 packs of whatever was on top, will pour the rest out of the shopping bags and just leave things where they fall on the floor, will barely stop for the bathroom and if I do have to go to the bathroom I will perhaps take a few things to eat with me, partially stuffed into my mouth with one hand as I pull hurriedly at my gym uniform with the other hand.

And then I’ll lie on my back on the couch or bed, a tea towel on my t-shirt to catch most of the debris, and packages all around me within easy reach as it will take less than 15 minutes to get through that 3 pack of donuts (yeah, as if I was going to save 1 for my partner, what he didn’t know he never had wouldn’t hurt him), plus a block or 2 of chocolate, and really I won’t want to have to get up again so quickly so I will pile all the food around me and just flick on something mindless or be reading some sort of chick lit but not really reading at all just skimming and just frantically, desperately, without being able to stop just be …

Gorging.

"bulimia recovery"
Finally. Finally getting that release. Finally being able to escape my day, the world, my life. Myself.

But then when that moment of loathing becomes suddenly strong and overwhelms me I’ll pick up the packaging that is now all over the lounge or bedroom, I’ll frantically sweep away the crumbs, I’ll get a plastic bag and tidy everything away, and I’ll brush down my t-shirt, and perhaps I’ll angrily throw away the last few bits of food after all, and I’ll go to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

At the melted chocolate that is on my neck and the side of my face. The crumbs all down my front. The shame and self-hate in my eyes.

And without having any idea that this is what I’m doing, I’ll set the scene for the next binge already purely by act of judging myself so harshly in that moment. Asking myself ‘what’s wrong with you?’ and ‘why can’t you just be normal?’.

And then just not thinking just turning away and doing what needs to be done.

And then finally, eventually, after a few glasses of water I’ll make myself a nice healthy salad, some chicken perhaps, and I’ll lay out my supplements and I’ll play the part for myself that I’ve been playing for the world all day, and the only bit of evidence that will remain is the bundled up shopping bag of wrappers and hard plastic packaging.

And the incredible incredible hatred and fear within.

“So yes, actually, thank you for asking, and it is all for me and that’s what I’ll be doing with it.

Have a nice evening. See you tomorrow. Chocolate will still be on sale yes?

journal this

Be brutally honest now. Write about exactly what you repeatedly do but yet in the lead up to doing, you kid yourself about and pretend you won’t do.

Write it out exactly as I have done. Write your story for yourself.

And then do whatever feels right for you.

Burn it. Or email it to me. Or scrunch it up.

Or simply write another line afterwards –

I let all of this go.

"emotional eating"

a mantra for you to use today, or any day

I let go of the need to binge and emotionally eat. I can be free.

Remember –

Life is Now. Press Play.

 

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8 Comments

  1. Tanya says:

    Wow. I have goosebumps. Thank you so much for writing that Kat. In my teen years and the majority of my 20’s I’ve had a bad relationship with food but I’ve never really been a binge eater (more of an emotional eater). This has allowed me to really see what people with binge eating issues go through, I can’t say thank you enough for that. It has completely opened my eyes…I thought I had an idea, I didn’t really.

    1. Kat says:

      No worries Tanya. I’m glad sharing my story has helped you see things a little differently. 🙂

  2. Emily says:

    Kat, as I read your post I felt a huge wave of relief come over me. What you described as your old bingeing sessions are so familliar to me, I never though I would come across it written so bluntly and honestly. I am so shocked that other people have done and do what I do-binge eat (its hard to even write). I am so sick of binging-something that has plagued me for over 10 years. I am seeing a therapist now to get to the bottom of it, and, like you said, be free. Your website and your story are inspirations to me, so thank you for being so brave and sharing.
    One thing I’ve realised recently is that I used to think that binging meant I hated myself and I was just being self destructive and there was something wrong with me. Now I realise it’s something I do to protect myself from hurt and discomfort, and that it’s because I actually do love myself so much, and I’m just trying to look after myself the only way I know how. I know my method has been misguided, but I’m learning to forgive myself because I see the love that I have been blind to before.

    Thank you again for your messages of hope 🙂

    1. Kat says:

      Thanks so much for sharing, Emily.

      It’s great to hear you’re doing something about it. Enjoy the journey and keep loving yourself!

      Kat

  3. Bev says:

    I can definitely relate. My story of bingeing began shortly after I got off a diet– I had lost a bit too much weight, and so I justified binges of junk food because “I needed to gain some weight back”. Well, now I’m at 10 pounds heavier than when I started dieting in the first place! Now the binge is a habit– I often binge in response to emotions and even boredom.

  4. Natalie Pyle says:

    I have debated reaching out for help for a while now, but as I sit here (almost sick from eating) I know can’t take this lifestyle anymore. I binged AGAIN tonight. Pretzels, PB2, SF syrup and Ice cream, low carb tortillas, cereal, oatmeal, pancakes, bananas and HALLOWEEN CANDY! I have gained about 10 lbs in the last 3 months.
    From what I’ve read, I have the exact same problem as many other people who had BED. I promise myself over and over that it will be the last time but it never is. I’m bingeing every other day now!
    I have never been more depressed in my life and I want my old happy, fit self back. Tons of posts I’ve read speak about emotional eating but I don’t know of any emotions that make me eat, I am not an emotional person.
    Every time I binge, I feel sick the next day and I have a State Cross country race the day after tomorrow-I am ruining my chances of a scholarship and I’m going to embarrass myself. I can’t understand what I’m doing… I’ve tried eating more, eating less, journaling, counting calories, etc. nothing works! PLEASE help me, I don’t know what I’m going to do.
    I’m so sorry for begging but I’m on the last straw 🙁 please contact me at my email. I’m only 17 but I’m willing to send you money or whatever you need, I just need to get over this please help…

    1. Kat says:

      Natalie, I’m so sorry to hear what you’re going through. You need to get professional help honey and you need to do it now. You might benefit from my book The Secret Life of a Binge Eater on Amazon as well, it’s only $2.99 just search for the name and my name, Katrina Ruth x

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