It's taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that my binge eating (and my weight issues) stem from more than just the fact that, as I told myself, "I am hungry."
I'm hoping that now realizing what has been going on over the past few years will let me finally free myself of the prison I've created on my own. And yes, prison is the exact word for it. I'll explain why.
I'm a rape survivor. It's taken me 5 years to be able to even say that to myself. I spent most of those 5 years denying that anything was wrong. I let myself believe it didn't affect me in any way. And by outside appearances, it didn't. I wasn't depressed, that I knew of. I didn't blame myself. But I finally started noticing some things. Being around people, other than those who are extremely close to me, makes me uncomfortable. I do not let anyone get close to me.
So, because of that, I spend a lot of time at home alone. Eating. Food never made me uncomfortable. It was the one sensual pleasure I could indulge in without any apprehension. When you basically sensory deprive yourself by shutting out emotion and other people, the comfort level of food increased dramatically.
And then we come to now. I've done a lot of soul searching recently and discovered that aside from using food for comfort, I was also using it as a barrier. Gaining weight made me feel insulated from the rest of the world. It wasn't a concious thought during those 5 years, but I know now that it was a sort of, "My body is disgusting, therefore no one will want to touch me now."
But, I'm tired of it all. I recently re-applied to college and I'm restarting soon. And I've read DANDR from cover to cover so many times that I decided to put it down and start living it.
I think I'm posting this as a sort of catharsis. It's nice to see my words spill out onto the page, because it makes my committment all that more real to me.
So, wish me luck in becoming ME again.
I'm hoping that now realizing what has been going on over the past few years will let me finally free myself of the prison I've created on my own. And yes, prison is the exact word for it. I'll explain why.
I'm a rape survivor. It's taken me 5 years to be able to even say that to myself. I spent most of those 5 years denying that anything was wrong. I let myself believe it didn't affect me in any way. And by outside appearances, it didn't. I wasn't depressed, that I knew of. I didn't blame myself. But I finally started noticing some things. Being around people, other than those who are extremely close to me, makes me uncomfortable. I do not let anyone get close to me.
So, because of that, I spend a lot of time at home alone. Eating. Food never made me uncomfortable. It was the one sensual pleasure I could indulge in without any apprehension. When you basically sensory deprive yourself by shutting out emotion and other people, the comfort level of food increased dramatically.
And then we come to now. I've done a lot of soul searching recently and discovered that aside from using food for comfort, I was also using it as a barrier. Gaining weight made me feel insulated from the rest of the world. It wasn't a concious thought during those 5 years, but I know now that it was a sort of, "My body is disgusting, therefore no one will want to touch me now."
But, I'm tired of it all. I recently re-applied to college and I'm restarting soon. And I've read DANDR from cover to cover so many times that I decided to put it down and start living it.
I think I'm posting this as a sort of catharsis. It's nice to see my words spill out onto the page, because it makes my committment all that more real to me.
So, wish me luck in becoming ME again.


So, I guess my answer to your question for ME would be that it's been a LONG process. It is also now a strong desire to be HEALTHY above all and to finally shed this barrier I've been carrying around so long.
Found the slippery slope: March/April 2006
Completely fell off wagon: August 2006
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