The last month has been pretty horrific as far as weigh gain and binge eating. I regained thirty pounds. Why is it when things are going well that the emotional stuff gets all yucky? My husband has a new job that he's really enjoying. I'm graduating with an Associates in Accounting with high honors (4.0 GPA.) And my eating is awful.
But I'm getting help. I've seen my doctor and she's fast tracking me back into the binge eating disorder program. I have appointments with a therapist and a nutritionist and in the next couple of weeks I should find out when my start date is for group. It meets three hours a week for four months. She also doubled the medication that helps with my binge eating and I'm already feeling the difference.
I'm trying not to get too down on myself. I haven't had a major binge episode in almost a year so I was bound to have one eventually, I guess. I caught it before I regained too much and as fast as I put it on, it shouldn't take me too terribly long to take back off. I lost five of it already in the last week.
This is a process, a journey. A long one. I need to be gentle with myself.