One of the most frustrating things about having BED is the following scenario: I finally decide to suppress my shame and admit to someone who does not have an eating disorder that I had an awful binge last night, and he or she responds, “Oh my god, me too!” At soon as those words leave their mouth, I know where the conversation is headed. There is no support to be found here.
“Binging” on food has become a part of everyday parlance, making it more difficult for binge eating disorder to be seen as a legitimate disorder. What they really mean is that they overate last night, but they did not truly binge. “Are you kidding? I ate a huge plate of pasta and then some cheesecake for dessert!” That, my friend, is not a binge. That is the start of a binge.
Where I live and go to school, model-thin girls are everywhere. You would have a very hard time finding anyone morbidly obese in my city or on my campus. I hear conversations all the time like “Oh my god, I had so many carbs yesterday! I had an entire muffin for breakfast. I’m such a fatty.” and “I can’t believe I had two donut holes today. Now I have to go to the gym. ” and “Oh, I’m not actually going to eat this. I just got it to take a picture.” and it drives me INSANE.
Eating a muffin three times a year is not a binge. Eating a muffin every day is not a binge. Eating a 6-pack of muffins and then looking frantically for more? Now let’s talk about binging.