Binge Eating Disorder Recovery

I have struggled with BED since I was only 10, and I am upwards of 200lbs, despite only being 5'4. My BMI is sky-high, and my body fat percentage is well above the healthy range as well. My genetic relatives are all morbidly obese and predisposed to type 2 diabetes mellitis.
Having grown up with a best friend who is type 1 with a type 2 father, I think I have a pretty good idea of how I would fare with diabetes, and it is not well. I am mortified by the thought that I may develop it.
I have been on the track to recovery for a year now, and it has been difficult. There has been extensive psychotherapy, trial and error with psychiatric medicine, and a lot of lifestyle changes. While my antidepressants (which are needed, not optional) have a side effect of slight weight gain, I was put on an ADHD medication that was recently approved for use in treatment of BED. This is because the drug (Vyvanse) is a stimulant which suppresses the appetite while not completely getting rid of it. While on it, I do not get the urge to binge but I can still eat normal meals. I just have to remind myself to eat and make sure I eat in the right portion sizes (not too much, but not too little). Now, this is not to say you need pills to lose weight; however, a mental disorder like BED needs to be treated by a professional.
I have also taken up competitive swim. I joined my high school swim team as a junior last year, and am on the team again this year as a senior. Oddly enough, I am the only girl in my graduating class that has been actively swimming since starting. I have definitely noticed a difference in how I carry my weight. While my weight has not changed much, I dropped a few pant sizes and gained a cup size (not sure how that worked itself out).
Thankfully, the stressors in my life that often trigger binges have also been greatly reduced. My home situation has improved drastically, and I can say for the first time in my life that I feel safe and secure in my own home. I no longer have any need to make contact with most of the negative people in my life, so I let them fall into my past. My relationship with my mother has improved; while by no means perfect I find it easier to talk to her.
Stress is still something I have to deal with, and I have been blessed with a much better coping mechanism than my previous ones. The universe has granted me a baby. Not a human one, but a furry Corgi-Westie mix. Prince Terrien (named after the dog in Bridge to Terribithia) is now a year old, and he has always been a one-master (me) dog. I have been raising and training him to be my psychiatric service dog. Spoiling him with affection and play brings me comfort in place of food; caring for him has also taught me a great deal about being an adult and being responsible. He is especially perceptive to my emotional state and often knows if I'm feeling down or wound up before I do. While Terrien is not ready to follow me around 24/7, we certainly spend most of our time together. I honestly cannot see my life without him anymore.
I can finally focus on a healthier me, physically and not just mentally. I hope to get down to the healthy range of body fat, a sustainable weight, and developing healthier habits for my (hopefully long) life ahead.