I knew logically what I should be eating, as I was educated in the subject, but I always seemed to gravitate towards unhealthy choices and fast food. After work in the evenings, I would pick up my favorite binge foods, generally junk food from a gas station, convenience store or restaurant.
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Because I was so extreme in my addiction, I hit a bottom when I was pretty young. I knew, beyond a doubt, that I needed help.
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I had never been successful on a diet because I always wanted what I wanted, when I wanted it. But I thought, “What if this would save my life and I don’t even try it?”
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One day I noticed that my neighbor’s door was open and I peeked into her room. My theft mode was on. I was instantly filled with the thrill of sneaking in and looking for food.
The title of an Emily Dickinson poem, “Tell it Slant,” is an apt description of what led to my break—I told the truth, but I told it slant.
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I would restrict my food all week, binge on the weekends when no one was looking use laxatives, abuse colonics, drink copious amounts of diet soda and caffeine, use 10 packets of splenda per day and chew sugar free gum until my jaw hurt.
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My obsession with food made it impossible for me to think about anyone other than myself. I hated myself. I hated the way I ate, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about food.
I found myself in a situation where I felt guilty about the amount of dinner I ate with some friends and the snacks that are readily available at the school we were attending. The way I dealt with the guilt and anger of eating too much was by eating more.
All that time, the cashiers were trying to help me, but my negative assumptions blinded me to their gift. I knew what their words meant, but I missed the intent, assuming they were trying to sell me something I did not need or want.
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