I gave up on myself. I had tried everything to stop bingeing. I got angry with myself. I pleaded and begged. I reasoned with myself, listing the consequences on my wallet, waistline, health and social life. I scared myself by imagining being found dead, all alone, grossly obese, surrounded by chocolate wr…
I lost all trust in myself. My broken promises proved that I was incapable of keeping my word, so I stopped committing to things. My response to social invitations changed from “Yes” to “Maybe” because I couldn’t predict when I’d be hit with another urge to binge.