Intermittent Fasting: Oh, No! Another Risky Fad

Don't you think that most people do that, even if it's not that extreme?  Think about it, I know a lot of people who will go out and have a big meal or something and say, "I'll just make up for it tomorro."  Or if people know they're going to eat "a lot" later, they fast for a few days before?  (Not that that's helpful).  I do it too, but not to the extent that you're talking about here.  I guess it might be kind of different though, since I have an ED anyway and I tend to not eat enough as it is.

Wow, reading the news article was very triggering for me. It appealed to my ED. I used to have low food days mixed in with normal food days before ED. I ate when I was hungry, had time and felt like it. It was fine until I got so stressed out that I never felt like eating and got mesmerized by the numbers on the scale. I still have some low eating days but they are not intentional.

I came here after googling "Intermittent fasting and bulimia."

I had about two months free happily free from bingeing and purging. Three days ago, fed up with the fat on my body - it's just 5 pounds - I began IF. It seemed amazing, and logical - I didn't eat anything until 2 or 3 in the afternoon, and then sensibly. I was trying to get under 1,000 calories per day. It worked - wow - food did not rule me for three days.

The writer of the article says "The way to lose weight is to exercise reasonably and eat reasonably both in quality and portions."

The key to the falseness of that statement is "reasonably." Bulimia is not reasonable. It is not reasonable to spend several hours by yourself jamming your body with food, then bending over a toilet bowl and forcing yourself to vomit. My "disease" - I will call it that for the sake of this response - wants me to be a skeleton. Anything above "skeletal" is "fat." It also wants me dead. But that's another story.

Author's good intentions aside - last night, at midnight, I had my first full-blown binge at midnight after three days of intermittent fasting.

Why did I do this?

I don't know. I was lonely. I haven't been touched by a human being in almost two months, since me and my girlfriend broke up. I was out at the bookstore last night and several nice-looking women smiled at me, I smiled back, but did not say "Hi" or make any attempt to chat. Too shy. Don't want a "hook up." Whatever, I didn't say anything, and went home alone, and what happened happened.

Aside from that, the food was ORGASMIC. It wasn't even "binge food." It just was lovely...and I wanted more lovely. More good feelings. More explosion of taste in my mouth.

I cannot eat late at night - I have a hiatus hernia and I will regurgitate in the night, and the food sometimes goes into my lungs and makes my night a hell of coughing in vain. I know this. I ate anyway. Small bits which became large bits. That's how it happens. You overeat by one chip, and you say "Well, I guess I am going to vomit. But if I'm going to that, might as well take the brakes off and fill 'er up."

So I had to get the food up, and I did, and I felt much, much better. I went to blissful sleep.

This morning I woke up and realized I had blown two months, but I am going to keep up the intermittent fasting - and not going to overeat at night, even health food.

Try, try again, thank you for listening.