Friday, May 25, 2012

How it All Began

There has never been a time in my life that I felt my relationship with food was healthy.  Some of my earliest memories are of digging through the kitchen cabinets -- being as quiet as possible so as not to be discovered -- looking for something sweet to eat.  This sounds like normal kid behavior, but I was more persistent than most.  If a suitable treat could not be found ready-made, I would create a concoction of whatever was available.  Examples include: gloppy messes of unsweetened cocoa powder, sugar and milk, orange juice concentrate straight-up and fruit saturated with sticky sugar.  The innocence of childhood kept me from thinking there was anything wrong with my behavior.  At that point in my life, the only reason I hid my eating habits was to avoid punishment meted out by well-meaning parents.

I vividly remember my first binge.  It was late December, and after polishing off the last of my Halloween candy (which I spent four hours gathering and a nearly two months carefully rationing), I wanted more.  I NEEDED more.  The week previous my family had created individual gingerbread houses, one for each member.  Mine was long since devoured, but in my desperation I noticed that my brother had thrown his away.  As I sat, back to my locked bedroom door, I was overcome with shame as I shoved piece after piece of stale cookie and rock-hard frosting into my mouth.  At eight years of age, I was too young to understand the implications of my actions, but I did know this wasn’t normal. 

From there my addiction started to slowly devour my whole life.  I would steal money from my family to buy food.  When we moved to a house within walking distance of a grocery store, I made near daily trips to stock up on candy and junk food.  Every nook in my room became a potential place to hide food, and I would, stockpiling until I had enough to binge.  Friends became secondary to eating.  Instead of playing outside, I would stuff bite after bite past my lips until my mouth stung with abrasion sores and my stomach became distended, a heavy painful weight.  Food became my whole world.  It was the first thing I thought about when I woke and the last thing I thought about before I fell asleep.

Happiness was always one binge away.

Happiness is always one binge away.


  1. I understand the stockpiling food thing - I hoard things in boxes round my room, mainly food in various forms.
    Binging is a bitch. I'm not sure my binges would be on the same scale to yours really, because the rest of the time I starve myself (isn't EDNOS fun?) but I still get it and the sneaking around looking for food and eating weird shit when there isn't anything is me aswell :/ and friends being second to food but for different reasons :P
    Thanks for your comment on my blog and I'm sure you can beat the binging :)
    Lottie x

    1. I'm really glad that I've passed the eating weird things part of my ED. Being able to control what's in my kitchen helps, haha.


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