Hi OP - I feel you. When you find yourself eating when it's making you feel physically ill to do so but you just can't stop; when your whole day revolves around when you can get what food, when you can eat it all, how to hide how much you're eating from colleagues/family etc... People think it's just greed, but it really is a compulsion, an addiction. No-one is doing this because they are 'just greedy'. We have a mountain of psychological crap behind it.
I'm like you, I've always been a secretive, binge-eating food obsessive from as young as I remember (I remember rooting down the back of the sofa for change to buy sweets, trying to sell my meagre possessions to kids in primary school to buy sweets, eating whole boxes of Roses - your comment about wrappers down the side of the bed really hit the miserable memory button for me. And now, as an adult, the 'secret zip-up pocket' of my handbag is currently bulging with empty packets I can't throw in the bin at home or my partner will see how much I've eaten and I'd be disgusted with myself - Jelly Babies, packets of Ginger Nuts, bags of donuts. So much.
I've usually been able to maintain a weight towards the upper end of normal or the lower end of overweight - pretty much the average for British women if not British women in my age range. But I was bereaved in June and the breaks came off completely. I have eaten a minimum of a bag of donuts every day for 6 months. Often much more. I hate to think how much money I've spent on food, how much time I've spent thinking about, buying, eating and hiding the evidence of food. I've put on nearly 2 stone in 6 months. I am fatter than I've ever been.
And STILL I find it nearly impossible not to obsess on when and how to get my next sugary treat without anyone knowing. I think the secretiveness as much as the indulgence is what does it for me. I don't even want to think about what the reasons are behind that. And it's the VOLUME, there has to be lots, even too much - I think about having one or two squares of chocolate on the sofa with a cuppa as a treat, and it's not just that I want more, it doesn't appeal to me at all. But if I think of buying a whole bar... then I want it. What the hell is up with that?
Christmas actually feels like a healthier time for me because there are lots of treats around, freely available and I can eat them openly as it's Christmas. Plus being at home with the family means less alone time for buying and bingeing. So I've eaten less than I usually would actually the past two weeks.
Today I'm back to work, I have my packed lunch, and I've left my purse at home. I feel a bit panicky. But I'm proud of myself - my house is only 5 mins walk from work, and my cleaner called to say she was struggling to open the door so I popped back to let her in. Now in my head this would usually be my excuse to renege on my resolve, grab the purse, nip to the shop on the way back to work, start again 'tmorrow' or 'Monday'. I so nearly did. But I didn't. Back at my desk, no money, no extra food. If I can make it through today, I can make it through tomorrow. And so on.
So no you're not alone!!! We can fix this. hour by hour if we have to. 