Brownies were my binge food for toothache (yes, I get the irony).
Chips and crunchy snacks were the binges for work stress. When the salt had overpowered my mouth so much that it hurt, I would add dip or sweets to make me feel better.
Chocolate was my binge food for sadness.
All of those foods never made me feel better, they only left me feeling worse.
Look at it this way: The toothache or work stress comes. It’s painful, unpleasant, and I feel bad. So I go through my day, or through the dentist visit, and go home. Miserable, sad and in pain.
Then the hunger strikes. A raw, limitless hunger that is driven by anything BUT a physical need for food. Without knowing it, I would grab for the perfect binge food to “solve” the pain.
The binge food works like a drug. I got a small high, then needed more. Eventually my taste buds would be overwhelmed, which induced me to stuff it in faster. That was followed by an overwhelmingly full stomach, which did not always make me stop stuffing, but did make me feel worse.
The binge would end by me collapsing into the actual emotion that I should have expressed earlier, but with all the pain and discomfort added on top. Plus the weight gain.
How was that working for me? Pretty lousy, actually. I always ended up feeling worse.
Stage 1: the actual stress or pain. Painful and unpleasant
Stage 2: rather than deal with that emotion, I start eating. Feels good for about 15 minutes.
Stage 3: My taste buds get numb, and if it’s salty food, my tongue starts to hurt and my blood pressure spikes. That’s a whole new level of feeling bad.
Stage 4: The stuffing continues. My stomach starts to hurt, I’m getting a headache.
Stage 5: I collapse into a food “coma.” My senses are dulled, and I can’t think about anything. The TV prattles on, often I cry, then I doze off.
Stage 6: the hangover starts. My belly is starting to empty, my digestive tract is full, I get cramps as the crap works its way through my body. My vitals start to return to normal.
Stage 7: post-hangover, I feel exhausted, and mad at myself. Funny thing is, the problem is not even addressed.
Binges make me feel worse than not binging. I’m glad they’re gone.