A month ago, I had it under control. I was constantly thinking of food, but my splurges were rare and I worked out constantly. I'd lost some weight. I'm not sure what happened, but one night I just lost my grip. I have always struggled with eating. It isn't about hunger or even a craving. it's just eating. I sneak to the kitchen late at night and eat a little (lot) of everything. Somtimes when I just can't wait I do it right in front of my family. they see me grabbing one thing after another
I tell them, "I can't stop. I need help." They laugh it off. food is the enemy. I hate myself for being so weak. I hate myself for being so disgusting. what kind of person eats things they don't even like until they're sick? What kind of person gains so many pounds in a week? I do. someone help?