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I need genuine help for binge eating. Not the whole “set a timer” or “take a walk”
You name it, I tried it. Yes, I have quit counting calories, it made it worse. I have stopped any compensation, just made me carry on and gain weight.
I even seeked therapy, got a meal plan and still. Nothing. Worked.

Countless videos, articles, research and I am still stuck in a hole I cannot get out of.
I need niche, unheard of tips that got you out of this. I am willing to do a lot. I am just sick of it frankly. Every week I make the same promise “I will honestly stop it”, including now, and then watch, one weeks time and I will have binged again.

This addiction has cost me money, caused arguments because I cannot even control myself around food and is so distressing. I need to get better and if anyone knows ANY tips, just tell me.

For example, my worst binging stories (yes, this is plural.) is that on birthdays my sister makes cake for people’s birthday. I cannot even control myself for a FEW HOURS. I scrape icing off, try to redecorate or hide my markings on the food. She will buy ingredients to bake like Nutella, and I will engulf it.

I also just overate vitamin gummies. Because I wanted food. wtf.

There has been times where I have binged the whole house out, we have had not much food, and then I JUST BINGE ON SUGAR. This isn’t even a night issue too, it has turned into a morning, afternoon, evening issue.

Surprisingly, I only gained around 5kg in total. This is only because my binges are currently weekly (slowly coming to be more than that tho- like I did 6x this month alone…)

I just don’t want this to be a thing where I convince myself “it’s only a kg… it’s only water weight” all the way up to plain obesity.

Im only 16, i dont want this to get worse than it already is..

P.s i research HEAVILY for hours into the brain amd all this habit stuff. I just cannot take that information and help myself with it,

ANY UNHINGED HELP. ANYTHING.

I need genuine help for binge eating. Not the whole “set a timer” or “take a walk”
You name it, I tried it. Yes, I have quit counting calories, it made it worse. I have stopped any compensation, just made me carry on and gain weight.
I even seeked therapy, got a meal plan and still. Nothing. Worked.

Countless videos, articles, research and I am still stuck in a hole I cannot get out of.
I need niche, unheard of tips that got you out of this. I am willing to do a lot. I am just sick of it frankly. Every week I make the same promise “I will honestly stop it”, including now, and then watch, one weeks time and I will have binged again.

This addiction has cost me money, caused arguments because I cannot even control myself around food and is so distressing. I need to get better and if anyone knows ANY tips, just tell me.

For example, my worst binging stories (yes, this is plural.) is that on birthdays my sister makes cake for people’s birthday. I cannot even control myself for a FEW HOURS. I scrape icing off, try to redecorate or hide my markings on the food. She will buy ingredients to bake like Nutella, and I will engulf it.

I even binged on vitamin gummies.. i mean. wtf.

There has been times where I have binged the whole house out, we have had not much food, and then I JUST BINGE ON SUGAR. This isn’t even a night issue too, it has turned into a morning, afternoon, evening issue.

Surprisingly, I only gained around 5kg in total. This is only because my binges are currently weekly (slowly coming to be more than that tho- like I did 6x this month alone…)

I just don’t want this to be a thing where I convince myself “it’s only a kg… it’s only water weight” all the way up to plain obesity.

Im only 16, i dont want this to get worse than it already is..

P.s i research HEAVILY for hours into the brain amd all this habit stuff. I just cannot take that information and help myself with it,

ANY UNHINGED HELP. ANYTHING.

I need genuine help for binge eating. Not the whole “set a timer” or “take a walk”
You name it, I tried it. Yes, I have quit counting calories, it made it worse. I have stopped any compensation, just made me carry on and gain weight.
I even seeked therapy, got a meal plan and still. Nothing. Worked.

Countless videos, articles, research and I am still stuck in a hole I cannot get out of.
I need niche, unheard of tips that got you out of this. I am willing to do a lot. I am just sick of it frankly. Every week I make the same promise “I will honestly stop it”, including now, and then watch, one weeks time and I will have binged again.

This addiction has cost me money, caused arguments because I cannot even control myself around food and is so distressing. I need to get better and if anyone knows ANY tips, just tell me.

For example, my worst binging stories (yes, this is plural.) is that on birthdays my sister makes cake for people’s birthday. I cannot even control myself for a FEW HOURS. I scrape icing off, try to redecorate or hide my markings on the food. She will buy ingredients to bake like Nutella, and I will engulf it.

I also binged on vitamin gummies. Like… wtf.

There has been times where I have binged the whole house out, we have had not much food, and then I JUST BINGE ON SUGAR. This isn’t even a night issue too, it has turned into a morning, afternoon, evening issue.

Surprisingly, I only gained around 5kg in total. This is only because my binges are currently weekly (slowly coming to be more than that tho- like I did 6x this month alone…)

I just don’t want this to be a thing where I convince myself “it’s only a kg… it’s only water weight” all the way up to plain obesity.

Im only 16, i dont want this to get worse than it already is..

P.s i research HEAVILY for hours into the brain amd all this habit stuff. I just cannot take that information and help myself with it,

ANY UNHINGED HELP. ANYTHING.

I need genuine help for binge eating. Not the whole “set a timer” or “take a walk”
You name it, I tried it. Yes, I have quit counting calories, it made it worse. I have stopped any compensation, just made me carry on and gain weight.
I even seeked therapy, got a meal plan and still. Nothing. Worked.

Countless videos, articles, research and I am still stuck in a hole I cannot get out of.
I need niche, unheard of tips that got you out of this. I am willing to do a lot. I am just sick of it frankly. Every week I make the same promise “I will honestly stop it”, including now, and then watch, one weeks time and I will have binged again.

This addiction has cost me money, caused arguments because I cannot even control myself around food and is so distressing. I need to get better and if anyone knows ANY tips, just tell me.

For example, my worst binging stories (yes, this is plural.) is that on birthdays my sister makes cake for people’s birthday. I cannot even control myself for a FEW HOURS. I scrape icing off, try to redecorate or hide my markings on the food. She will buy ingredients to bake like Nutella, and I will engulf it.

I also just overate vitamin gummies. Because I wanted food. wtf.

There has been times where I have binged the whole house out, we have had not much food, and then I JUST BINGE ON SUGAR. This isn’t even a night issue too, it has turned into a morning, afternoon, evening issue.

Surprisingly, I only gained around 5kg in total. This is only because my binges are currently weekly (slowly coming to be more than that tho- like I did 6x this month alone…)

I just don’t want this to be a thing where I convince myself “it’s only a kg… it’s only water weight” all the way up to plain obesity.

Im only 16, i dont want this to get worse than it already is..

P.s i research HEAVILY for hours into the brain amd all this habit stuff. I just cannot take that information and help myself with it,

ANY UNHINGED HELP. ANYTHING.

I need genuine help for binge eating. Not the whole “set a timer” or “take a walk”
You name it, I tried it. Yes, I have quit counting calories, it made it worse. I have stopped any compensation, just made me carry on and gain weight.
I even seeked therapy, got a meal plan and still. Nothing. Worked.

Countless videos, articles, research and I am still stuck in a hole I cannot get out of.
I need niche, unheard of tips that got you out of this. I am willing to do a lot. I am just sick of it frankly. Every week I make the same promise “I will honestly stop it”, including now, and then watch, one weeks time and I will have binged again.

This addiction has cost me money, caused arguments because I cannot even control myself around food and is so distressing. I need to get better and if anyone knows ANY tips, just tell me.

For example, my worst binging stories (yes, this is plural.) is that on birthdays my sister makes cake for people’s birthday. I cannot even control myself for a FEW HOURS. I scrape icing off, try to redecorate or hide my markings on the food. She will buy ingredients to bake like Nutella, and I will engulf it.

There has been times where I have binged the whole house out, we have had not much food, and then I JUST BINGE ON SUGAR. This isn’t even a night issue too, it has turned into a morning, afternoon, evening issue.

Surprisingly, I only gained around 5kg in total. This is only because my binges are currently weekly (slowly coming to be more than that tho- like I did 6x this month alone…)

I just don’t want this to be a thing where I convince myself “it’s only a kg… it’s only water weight” all the way up to plain obesity.

Im only 16, i dont want this to get worse than it already is..

P.s i research HEAVILY for hours into the brain amd all this habit stuff. I just cannot take that information and help myself with it,

ANY UNHINGED HELP. ANYTHING.

Guys. Ok so I ate a pint of ice cream after my relatively filling breakfast and thought I won’t compensate despite wanting to. Ended up eating chocola5e bar not l9ng after- completely fine. Also 4 crackers and some chips- cool. Whatever. Trying to recover

Then, at night, like always, I ate so much despite being rlly nauseous. 32 maryland cookies, 3 fibre one bars and 1/2 a portion of cheesy chips.

This is where is gets bad, and where I am worrying

I ‘binged’ on APPLE CIDAR VINEGAR GUMMIES. I ATE 10.
Will i be ok guys? It had: 500mg Apple cider, 20mg vitamin c and 6ug chronium.

I also get 40mg vitamin c from a multivitamin this morning.

Im panicked. How do I even let this happen,

Workout feedback?

Hi! I, 16 F have had a restrictive eating disorder in the past (recovered, hormones okay, bloods ok, etc)
Obviously this took a TON of muscle mass! So I bought some adjustable dumbells in hopes to gain some muscle at home. I have 4 lots of 1.25,1.5 and 2kg (total of 19kg) and can make x2 dumbell or 1 barbell.

Anyway, here is the workout i plan on doing either mon, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday OR mon, wed, Friday. I have been to the gym before, but honestly I just used random workouts. Keep in mind i did it upper body heavy because my legs are genetically relatively strong, and my arms are horrendous.

3x8-12 goblet squats
3x45second plank
3x10 bicep curls
3x10 shoulder press
2x10 tricep extension
3x10 floor press

All done with dumbells apart from plank, which is body weight
Be brutal and honest im ok with criticism if it helps me get strong!

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A few people said they liked my poetry, so here is another, it might be a bit meh but i just write these for fun not for it to be good aha. That being said, feedback is always fantastic

Tomorrow and tomorrow.

After a quick, laughable rest,
My mind fills with a poison:
no one is safe,
Yet, without it, I’d die
Why does living intoxicate me?
Then leaves me in a cycle of shame.

I say tomorrow, I will change,
But tomorrow never comes
Day in, day out. Hunger roars for mercy.
I could silence the darkness,
But that would ignite my thoughts.
hunger is worth the pain.
Then, I can avoid life
With its ordinary impossibilities.
Tomorrow and tomorrow,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow,
They all share one common ancestor: the guilt of failing.

A few people said they liked my poetry, so here is another, it might be a bit meh but i just write these for fun not for it to be good aha. That being said, feedback is always fantastic

Tomorrow and tomorrow.

After a quick, laughable rest,
My mind fills with a poison:
no one is safe,
Yet, without it, I’d die
Why does living intoxicate me?
Then leaves me in a cycle of shame.

I say tomorrow, I will change,
But tomorrow never comes
Day in, day out. Hunger roars for mercy.
I could silence the darkness,
But that would ignite my thoughts.
hunger is worth the pain.
Then, I can avoid life
With its ordinary impossibilities.
Tomorrow and tomorrow,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow,
They all share one common ancestor: the guilt of failing.

A few people said they liked my poetry, so here is another, it might be a bit meh but i just write these for fun not for it to be good aha. That being said, feedback is always fantastic

Tomorrow and tomorrow.

After a quick, laughable rest,
My mind fills with a poison:
no one is safe,
Yet, without it, I’d die
Why does living intoxicate me?
Then leaves me in a cycle of shame.

I say tomorrow, I will change,
But tomorrow never comes
Day in, day out. Hunger roars for mercy.
I could silence the darkness,
But that would ignite my thoughts.
hunger is worth the pain.
Then, I can avoid life
With its ordinary impossibilities.
Tomorrow and tomorrow,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow,
They all share one common ancestor: the guilt of failing.

I am 16F and obviously not too good at writing haha, but this is my poem. Let me know if it’s corny! For context, I struggle with an ED and this is my experience with it :p

Painted statue
It wasn’t just the control or the need for vanity
It was uncertainty, absence, shrinking.
I may look down to see a number less, satisfied by the double digits
Yet i feel much less satisfied with my double vision.
This Isnt a come and go, isn’t a fuzzy phase.
My mind is the painter and my mirror is the piece’s place.
I draw. I draw ugliness, layers and swelling.
I draw. I draw out of line when I get angry at my loved ones.
I draw, i draw the perfect, smallest amount I can live on.
And when I fail, my artistry forms on my thighs.
I try to flick the light, turn on the brightness of a life i once lived.
The fuse is out, the spark is gone.

I used to walk, now I drag. I drag and drag and push myself to the limits.
Walking up the stairs as quick as I can to avoid any questions, i huff and puff and struggle.
It wasn’t always like this.
Days spent going on walks and laughing with friends turned into my tired mind clinging onto the one thing it needs, yet doesnt have,
Food.

Laying on my bony and uncomfortable bed, melancholy and dread fills my struggling, empty lungs,
the way anyone’s would fill after not meeting the requirement they gave themself
“I can stop whenever” i exert
But the damage was a crooked, failing statue.
It can stop, stand tall and become itself again.
Or it can continue to wither, continue to woe
As it slowly descends to the ice cold, tragedy of a floor.

It wasn’t just control: it was a silent battle and need for love.
Some statues don’t stand perfectly all the time
They just learn to balance on the broken fragments.

I am 16F and obviously not too good at writing haha, but this is my poem. Let me know if it’s corny! For context, I struggle with an ED and this is my experience with it :p

Painted statue
It wasn’t just the control or the need for vanity
It was uncertainty, absence, shrinking.
I may look down to see a number less, satisfied by the double digits
Yet i feel much less satisfied with my double vision.
This Isnt a come and go, isn’t a fuzzy phase.
My mind is the painter and my mirror is the piece’s place.
I draw. I draw ugliness, layers and swelling.
I draw. I draw out of line when I get angry at my loved ones.
I draw, i draw the perfect, smallest amount I can live on.
And when I fail, my artistry forms on my thighs.
I try to flick the light, turn on the brightness of a life i once lived.
The fuse is out, the spark is gone.

I used to walk, now I drag. I drag and drag and push myself to the limits.
Walking up the stairs as quick as I can to avoid any questions, i huff and puff and struggle.
It wasn’t always like this.
Days spent going on walks and laughing with friends turned into my tired mind clinging onto the one thing it needs, yet doesnt have,
Food.

Laying on my bony and uncomfortable bed, melancholy and dread fills my struggling, empty lungs,
the way anyone’s would fill after not meeting the requirement they gave themself
“I can stop whenever” i exert
But the damage was a crooked, failing statue.
It can stop, stand tall and become itself again.
Or it can continue to wither, continue to woe
As it slowly descends to the ice cold, tragedy of a floor.

It wasn’t just control: it was a silent battle and need for love.
Some statues don’t stand perfectly all the time
They just learn to balance on the broken fragments.

I am 16F and obviously not too good at writing haha, but this is my poem. Let me know if it’s corny! For context, I struggle with an ED and this is my experience with it :p

Painted statue
It wasn’t just the control or the need for vanity
It was uncertainty, absence, shrinking.
I may look down to see a number less, satisfied by the double digits
Yet i feel much less satisfied with my double vision.
This Isnt a come and go, isn’t a fuzzy phase.
My mind is the painter and my mirror is the piece’s place.
I draw. I draw ugliness, layers and swelling.
I draw. I draw out of line when I get angry at my loved ones.
I draw, i draw the perfect, smallest amount I can live on.
And when I fail, my artistry forms on my thighs.
I try to flick the light, turn on the brightness of a life i once lived.
The fuse is out, the spark is gone.

I used to walk, now I drag. I drag and drag and push myself to the limits.
Walking up the stairs as quick as I can to avoid any questions, i huff and puff and struggle.
It wasn’t always like this.
Days spent going on walks and laughing with friends turned into my tired mind clinging onto the one thing it needs, yet doesnt have,
Food.

Laying on my bony and uncomfortable bed, melancholy and dread fills my struggling, empty lungs,
the way anyone’s would fill after not meeting the requirement they gave themself
“I can stop whenever” i exert
But the damage was a crooked, failing statue.
It can stop, stand tall and become itself again.
Or it can continue to wither, continue to woe
As it slowly descends to the ice cold, tragedy of a floor.

It wasn’t just control: it was a silent battle and need for love.
Some statues don’t stand perfectly all the time
They just learn to balance on the broken fragments.

I am 16F and obviously not too good at writing haha, but this is my poem. Let me know if it’s corny! For context, I struggle with an ED and this is my experience with it :p

Painted statue
It wasn’t just the control or the need for vanity
It was uncertainty, absence, shrinking.
I may look down to see a number less, satisfied by the double digits
Yet i feel much less satisfied with my double vision.
This Isnt a come and go, isn’t a fuzzy phase.
My mind is the painter and my mirror is the piece’s place.
I draw. I draw ugliness, layers and swelling.
I draw. I draw out of line when I get angry at my loved ones.
I draw, i draw the perfect, smallest amount I can live on.
And when I fail, my artistry forms on my thighs.
I try to flick the light, turn on the brightness of a life i once lived.
The fuse is out, the spark is gone.

I used to walk, now I drag. I drag and drag and push myself to the limits.
Walking up the stairs as quick as I can to avoid any questions, i huff and puff and struggle.
It wasn’t always like this.
Days spent going on walks and laughing with friends turned into my tired mind clinging onto the one thing it needs, yet doesnt have,
Food.

Laying on my bony and uncomfortable bed, melancholy and dread fills my struggling, empty lungs,
the way anyone’s would fill after not meeting the requirement they gave themself
“I can stop whenever” i exert
But the damage was a crooked, failing statue.
It can stop, stand tall and become itself again.
Or it can continue to wither, continue to woe
As it slowly descends to the ice cold, tragedy of a floor.

It wasn’t just control: it was a silent battle and need for love.
Some statues don’t stand perfectly all the time
They just learn to balance on the broken fragments.

I am 16F and obviously not too good at writing haha, but this is my poem. Let me know if it’s corny! For context, I struggle with an ED and this is my experience with it :p

Painted statue
It wasn’t just the control or the need for vanity
It was uncertainty, absence, shrinking.
I may look down to see a number less, satisfied by the double digits
Yet i feel much less satisfied with my double vision.
This Isnt a come and go, isn’t a fuzzy phase.
My mind is the painter and my mirror is the piece’s place.
I draw. I draw ugliness, layers and swelling.
I draw. I draw out of line when I get angry at my loved ones.
I draw, i draw the perfect, smallest amount I can live on.
And when I fail, my artistry forms on my thighs.
I try to flick the light, turn on the brightness of a life i once lived.
The fuse is out, the spark is gone.

I used to walk, now I drag. I drag and drag and push myself to the limits.
Walking up the stairs as quick as I can to avoid any questions, i huff and puff and struggle.
It wasn’t always like this.
Days spent going on walks and laughing with friends turned into my tired mind clinging onto the one thing it needs, yet doesnt have,
Food.

Laying on my bony and uncomfortable bed, melancholy and dread fills my struggling, empty lungs,
the way anyone’s would fill after not meeting the requirement they gave themself
“I can stop whenever” i exert
But the damage was a crooked, failing statue.
It can stop, stand tall and become itself again.
Or it can continue to wither, continue to woe
As it slowly descends to the ice cold, tragedy of a floor.

It wasn’t just control: it was a silent battle and need for love.
Some statues don’t stand perfectly all the time
They just learn to balance on the broken fragments.

I am 16F and obviously not too good at writing haha, but this is my poem. Let me know if it’s corny! For context, I struggle with an ED and this is my experience with it :p

Painted statue
It wasn’t just the control or the need for vanity
It was uncertainty, absence, shrinking.
I may look down to see a number less, satisfied by the double digits
Yet i feel much less satisfied with my double vision.
This Isnt a come and go, isn’t a fuzzy phase.
My mind is the painter and my mirror is the piece’s place.
I draw. I draw ugliness, layers and swelling.
I draw. I draw out of line when I get angry at my loved ones.
I draw, i draw the perfect, smallest amount I can live on.
And when I fail, my artistry forms on my thighs.
I try to flick the light, turn on the brightness of a life i once lived.
The fuse is out, the spark is gone.

I used to walk, now I drag. I drag and drag and push myself to the limits.
Walking up the stairs as quick as I can to avoid any questions, i huff and puff and struggle.
It wasn’t always like this.
Days spent going on walks and laughing with friends turned into my tired mind clinging onto the one thing it needs, yet doesnt have,
Food.

Laying on my bony and uncomfortable bed, melancholy and dread fills my struggling, empty lungs,
the way anyone’s would fill after not meeting the requirement they gave themself
“I can stop whenever” i exert
But the damage was a crooked, failing statue.
It can stop, stand tall and become itself again.
Or it can continue to wither, continue to woe
As it slowly descends to the ice cold, tragedy of a floor.

It wasn’t just control: it was a silent battle and need for love.
Some statues don’t stand perfectly all the time
They just learn to balance on the broken fragments.