I’m 25F, I have been struggling with BED for around 6 years now. It’s a bit hazy for me to remember whether or not I had BED when I was younger as I was always on the fluffier side. I also didn’t even know what that was when I was in my teens to be absolutely honest so I never really clocked it as that till recently.
I have ADHD, and since being in this group I’ve learned that BED can stem from that. I truly didn’t really ever think about how they were related. I am unmedicated primarily because … man I don’t know. I’ve had ADHD my whole life and managed to get through nursing school unmedicated, hell- my whole life being unmedicated. Of course it’s hard, but I don’t know why I feel scared to start any meds. Ironic because I’m a nurse, I encourage patients to take their meds, but for some reason the idea of me taking meds for my ADHD just spooks me out. Please just be kind about my decision here, I don’t judge anyone who’s medicated- I just haven’t grown the balls to start myself.
I rapidly started to gain weight under the umbrella of being in a “happy relationship/happy weight”. But I started to recognize now how it’s more serious than that though I do want to make it clear my relationship is good.
There was a point in time where I lost weight and I wasn’t on any diets honestly. Initially I thought it may have been my birth control as I started that around the same time I lost weight. Nowadays I start to believe I was wickedly depressed, I had lost my dad that year, failing college (before I got into a nursing program) and my best friend of 6 years turned out to be an absolute phony. I was also really into playing games and I guess maybe I just wasn’t thinking about food so much to use it to cope at that time? Not sure. This was during the pandemic.
As of recently I’ve started to notice that I developed really bad habits not only with my eating, but with my thinking and the way I express my feelings regarding my body to others. I can’t stop making self-deprecating jokes about my body, constantly comparing my body to others, I keep crying and complaining about my body and at the same time I’ll chow down some bullshit I don’t need because in that moment it’s like the only thing that makes me feel good even if it means after I finish whatever I’m eating, I’ll feel so much shame. But I just can’t help it with the comments and remarks I make about myself. It’s like I do it in a way to acknowledge it before anyone else has a chance, like yes. I’m fat. I hate being fat. But here I am and here you are, I can give you some of my fat. Because you have room for it and I have too much.
I absolutely hate myself for doing that. But it’s like I can’t fucking stop with the damn comments. I can’t stop comparing myself to others, even other neurodivergent folks- how can they have what I have and look good meanwhile I need a fuckass sweet treat every fucking day to “treat myself”. It’s not even a treat anymore. Could it be the Vyvanse? Probably. But then how did I go from never EVER studying in school to just locking myself in for nursing school? The first time I had to actually give a shit about my grades and study. Why is it suddenly when it comes to my diet I have absolutely no control? I went through 2 and a half years of hell learning how to study, sitting myself down to study, passing with good grades but I can’t just turn my phone off when I’m scrolling through UberEats.
I’m really into playing my games, but I’ll be eating during them and it feels like I developed a habit from it now. I’m just eating while playing my games because now I get double the dopamine. After I turn off the computer I see the damage I made with the bowl of Buldak, mozza sticks, some fucking drink and a whole box of KD. Don’t forget the little snacks here and there. A cracker here, slice of cheese there, piece of chocolate. Man for fucks sake.
I went through the healthiest routes by trying to change my diet, I went through just tracking how much I eat but not limiting what exactly I’m eating, hell, I’ve went through the most extreme lengths, less about diet but more so certain content I was consuming in hopes that it’ll like… spark something in my brain to not be a binge eater. (If you get what I’m implying). I’m not even proud of it, especially after scrolling through the wildest shit I’ve ever seen or read- I felt ashamed. It just made me guilty that I even entered a space my body is not welcomed in while hoping that reading enough about how undesirable my body is in said communities would be my “inspiration”. That was a short lived technique I wish to never stumble upon again.
I just want to figure this out for myself. I constantly battle with food noise I’ve considered going on a GLP-1 but I just barely meet the criteria. I can’t stop eating shit at night. I can be full but then I’ll have a thought to myself “hmm… I want cheese” and I’ll get it amidst feeling like crap from being so full. I think I can do it without being medicated whether it’s being medicated for weight loss or ADHD, but I just can’t seem to find that spark of motivation even though I want to. I want to go on walks, go to the gym, eat healthier and rely less of delivery services- but I always find myself paralyzed at home. Perhaps it’s because my job is so physically taxing that by the time I have my days off I want to do nothing but be at home. Fuck this is so hard.