Eating is My Best Friend

ChronicOptimist

Anyone out there feel similarly? My therapist and I have had looooooong conversations about how when my binging is under control, I literally feel sad. When I think about things I enjoy doing, things that make me happy, I literally don't like anything as much as I like binging. It's always there for me, it always makes me happy, and it always makes me feel good... at least for a while until it makes me feel worse. I almost consider my binging like a friend. It's certainly not what I'd call a good friend - it constantly makes me do things I regret, things that are dangerous for my health. But I can't help mourning it when it's gone.

I've done pretty well fighting my binging (for now) by using affirmations, ensuring I'm getting proper nutrition, not being overly restrictive etc. But is there anyone who shares the same sadness I do? Anyone out there who has figured out a way to deal with the sadness of losing my friend?

Pudding1980

I completely, totally, 100% understand. I feel the exact same way. When I'm alone, it's always there for me. Except it's a bad friend. I haven't been able to kick her for food yet but I am sure as hell trying.

KnitOrMiss

I wish I had some suggestions - or could understand more, but mine is more like that friend you don't want to like, but she's so charismatic, she gets you do to all the things you know better than to do, that always end you up in a heap of trouble with a suitcase (or trash can) full of regrets. I guess I always felt like I was kind of "chasing the high" and never really "felt better" by significant measure when binging. I couldn't eat enough to outrun my "sad."