A big thank you to Mary for the idea of a binge jar
If you asked me while I was growing up if I had an eating disorder, I would have laughed you out of the room. My personality has always been boisterous and big (despite rampant social anxiety), and I thought that women (and the few men) that struggle with eating disorders were meek and little. How could I have an eating disorder if my weight had never dipped into the “normal” category on a BMI scale?
But what was I doing the majority of the time? Gorging on food.
I had a messed-up relationship with my parents from the get-go. Up until I was 11, I lived with my mother and my oldest brother. We were not well-off, and there were times where I remember going without food – and definitely remember going without significantly nutritious food for long periods of time. Think: lots of homemade bread, thin soups, etc. That did change when I was around 9 when my mom got a job as a nurse and our standard of living went up.
Fast forward to 11 years old, and I moved to a whole other country to live with my father and soon-to-be stepmother. All of a sudden, I was back to a lower standard of living. Lots of mashed potatoes, lots of beige food. Then a sibling was born and our standard of living increased due to my dad getting a well-paying job. There were now things in the house like individual cups of pudding, cookies, granola bars – typical little kid snacks to feed easily to a toddler.
Here’s where my disordered eating really reared its ugly head – I would eat whole cartons of pudding at a time – that’s 8 cups of pudding. Or I’d go through a whole box of cookies. I’d go as far as to burn the packaging in our wood-burning stove so there was no trace of what I’d done. My stepmother would confront me about missing food all the time and I would laugh and tell her she must be losing her mind. It escalated to a point where she installed a padlock on the pantry door. She told me that I couldn’t have certain things because they were for my little sister (a reasonable enough request), but I was stuck in the mindset of there never being enough food, and well, I’d better eat it now before it goes away, right?
It got to the point where I was even shoplifting food to have enough to binge on. I was very fond of eating tubs of cake frosting with a spoon in the graveyard near my house. I remember specifically thinking to myself, “This is so much fun!” but I would end up crying and panicking before returning home.
Looking back after years of therapy, I know that it was a reaction to how I grew up. Scarcity is no joke. Scarcity stings doubly so in a country with such an abundance of food. I’ve been classified officially as having EDNOS (eating disorder not otherwise specified), which has now evolved into OSFED – other specified feeding or eating disorder, with a focus on binge eating. It all clicked into place when my doctor asked about anxiety related to eating.
I’m definitely going to take Mary’s idea to heart and start a binge jar of all the activities I could do instead of binge eating, but how do I deal with binge eating now?
- Keep my hands busy. I’m a huge fan of knitting intricate lace shawl patterns, and you just can’t do that with a spoon in your hand or with Doritos crud all over your fingers.
- Drink lots of water. Lots. 3-4 Nalgenes a day
- Talk about my feelings – bored, emotional, tired, nervous… All of them are triggers for a binge eating episode. My husband is very understanding.
- Get out of the house without my wallet. This is one that I’ve been trying to rely upon more and more lately. It combines a good habit with trying to break a bad one.
- Most importantly: FORGIVE MYSELF if I do end up binge eating. This isn’t the end of the world, and no one will think that I’m a bad person for polishing off 12 yogurt cups.
It’s interesting to note that the little sister I mentioned is now 17 and going through some of the same issues with food as I was back then. Her issues are more on the restrictive side of things. I hope one day we won’t be estranged and I can help her through this.