Hi all, was away from Europe for 3 weeks almost, long holiday with kids and husband. Ate all I wanted, got back home and once more realised that the best strategy to weight control is no control. I was the same after holidays, exactly same, to last hundre grams. Yes, we ate a lot, but we walked about 10km daily, too. So my body, an astonishing thing, needed all the stuff I was putting into myself..... Hard to believe the body knows and I really must not try to control it. I still struggle to accept it, even if I kmow it is true.
Welcome newcomers - and indeed, I found adding food in is better than restricting. Fruit and vegs need to be eaten, good proteins, too. And absolutely no missing meals! The rst willxslowly follow.
As of being finally free - I am closer to being free than I have been for years. But I still occasionally overeat. I have decided it is not the binge, just normal - everyone overeats occasionally, people without BED must do it sometimes, too. They just do not dwell on it , or punish themselves by restricting next days.
Interestingly, I am now also starting to feel the benefits of relaxed eating around my body image as well. I think better of my body when I try clothes on in shops than I did when I was young, beautiful and slim. Then always something was wrong. I am now getting much better in finding clothes that make me beautiful rather than trying to fit myself into stuff that by definition will not suit me. I.e. I buy wide-legged trousers instead fretting about my thigs being to big to look good in regular trousers or even worse i slim fits.
I shopped a lot while away (cheap summery stuff). I found so many clothes which looked beautiful on me. As I was at the other end of the world I had no fixed ideas about how their style of clothing should fit me, had more open mind and came home totally enlightened. I even tolerated quite lightly that I almost always had to by the largest size in their shops, a fact which would have badly hurt me a couple of years ago. Was in Asia, forgodssake, I am a giant by their standards anyway at my 5ft9, so it seemed reasonable I had to look at big sizes.
I still occasionally wish my ribs showed better under my skin or weigh myself too often, so defo not cured, but in remission. I have fiven up on any hope that BED might be cured. It can only be contained. Accepting this makes life easier, as I know it will resurface at some moment and then I again have to make sure I move on. Prviously it was damn disappointing thinking you are making progress and then relapsing.
Sport is worrysome - I will,never run again. My disks are in degenrative state, so running will forever be painful. But bikes, skates etc. is allowed. Secretly I feel relieved I will never run a half marathon again, even if I thought I liked my sport. Maybe I did not, after all? Or did originally and then was afraid to quit? Or liked the "being good" aspect of it? No ida. But relief is unexpected. Yet I have it. I mostly walk daily now, and it is good not to have to change for sports, just go out and walk. If i feel I need more I get the bike out.
I will stick with you girls now again, I hope I can be on often enough to react more promptly to posts here.