I didn't choose the subject heading to gain everyones attention, I just simply feel this way and cannot hide anymore.
I am a compulsive over-eater. So far it has cost me my marriage and now it is threatening my health in many different ways. Last year I started to lose my sight and after many tests I was taken into hospital to have an operation for a brain condition known as idiopathic intracranial hypertension. It basically means that the fluid around my brain/spinal cord was putting pressure on my eyes causing me to lose my sight.
I have now had a siicone tube fitted which diverts the fluid and thankfully my sight has returned to normal. However, it was made plain to me that this condition was largely due to my weight (I am 25 stone). I have been referred for bariatric surgery and have so far been waiting 3 months for an appoinment.
I eat far too much. I don't eat before 11 am but when I do I cannot stop. I hate myself before, during and after eating. I know that eventually I will die from a weight related illness and I feel completely powerless to stop it. I have a beautiful daughter and I loathe the fact that I cannot be the mum I should be for her. Some would say she should be my motivation and I wished to God that was true. The truth is I am weak. I am ugly and I cannot stop what I am doing to my body. I have just been diagnosed with sleep aponea which is common amongst overweight, middle aged men. I am in my early 30's.
When I go out I can hardly bear to look around me. I see my reflection and I can hardly believe the person that stares back is me. I have never been stick thin but this has become an issue in the past 5 years since I gave birth. I was a 20 a day smoker when I discovered I was pregnant and gave up immediately. I turned to food as many do but it continued even after the birth.
My husband had two affairs before he finally left me. He never gave me any support except the odd lecture on healthy eating and cited my weight gain as the reason for looking elsewhere. He confessed he was embarassed of me and no longer loved me.
Even that wasn't enough to stop me. I carried on. I eat in secret when dd has gone to bed, during the day and when alone at home. I knowingly put things in the trolley when I go out shopping that I know I will end up eating. I know how crap I will feel after I eat but I do it anyway.
I am an educated woman who has a good family and friends but I cannot say this to them because I cannot find the words. I am terrified I will die a failure, never being able to break this cycle.
I have posted this because I simply do not know which way to turn.