The closest thing I have to an eating disorder is eating when I'm:

bored
angry
sad
upset

I've started to get a handle on it lately and trying to avert my attention elsewhere. I now know that eating isn't going to make things better. In fact it's going to make me feel worse because I'm trying to take off the 10-15 pounds I'd put on since summer, and it's going to undo the gains I have made this past month.

It's still hard to not want to comfort myself with food when I'm feeling bummed out.