I've been binge eating with bulimic tendencies (laxative abuse, mostly) for most of my life. I began to use food for comfort when I was bullied at school. Tonight I ate until I thought I would burst, alone, hating myself. Then I looked for my laxatives, couldn't find them, and had a panic attack. Again.
I can't go on like this. I admit it, I am powerless over food. I lie about it, I hide wrappers, I eat out of bins. I am 3 stone overweight.. I am shaking just typing this, I am so ashamed. But I'm not going to name change because hey, I'm tired of running.
I would appreciate a very unmumsnetty hug and a good kick up the arse right now :(