Hi. My name is Annie. I am a compulsive overeater.
Make a list of the food lies you have told yourself. Then, turn those lies into truths. (Paraphrased from The Emotional Eater’s Book of Inspiration, page 7.)
(The lie will be in bold. The truth of the statement will be in plain type.)
Just one bite won’t hurt.
Just one bite will turn into the whole package. One little bite will only fuel the addiction.
If I hide the receipt and no one knows what I bought, no one will know what I ate.
Hiding only postpones facing what I have done.
If no one sees me eat it, it doesn’t count.
Eating in private doesn’t take away the calories or fat and won’t keep the food from showing up on my hips. Eating in private does mean that I am probably eating more than even I am able to count.
No one will know what I ate if I hide the packages.
If I have to hide anything, then I am doing something that I know is wrong. And if I am doing something wrong, someone, somewhere, sometime will find out about it.
It’s just food. It’s not like I am smoking or drinking or getting high.
Overeating is just as deadly—if not more so—than nicotine, alcohol, or other drugs. The more I stuff into my mouth, the closer I move to death. And all the while, I am forcing my friends and family—the people I love more than anything—to watch me slowly killing myself.
I have to eat to live. Everyone does. So why is it such a big deal?
Yes, everyone does need to eat. But NO ONE needs to eat food in the large quantities that I do. They way that I eat is not eating to live—it is more like eating to die.