I think potatofree is right... it was a combination of both. I'm probably underestimating the physical stuff, but I'm certain I'm not over estimating the role of the emotional component.
While it's true eating the way I was eating (little nibbles of starchy, sugary foodall day)
did make me feel "out of balance" with my hunger (this was a real physical sensation of being "less satisfied" with what I was eating and wanting to eat more)... however I DID NOT lose control until after dinner. Also, the true physical desire to eat more, the lack of sync between physical fullness and perceived satiety... while it was there, it wasn't all that extreme and it is something that was COMPLETELY manageable
if not for the horrid stressful
feelings evoked by the food.
BTW If anyone is wondering...dinner was pretty darn low carb.
(NO rolls, no potatoes. It was turkey, gravy (some small carbs from thickener), artificially sweetened cranberry sauce (small portion), stuffing made with high fiber LC bread (small portion), carrots & onions (nothing out of the ordinary), cauliflower with cheese & cream sauce, brussel sprouts and bacon. Water, no cider.)
Anyway. I was really more or less fine until the big xmas dinner. Hundreds of calories, extreme fullness... extreme panic. I'm sure that it was the feeling of fullness that was the "last straw' so to speak.
I can distinctly remember sitting there, while everyone else was laughing, chatting, playing cards, happy to be together and enjoy the holidays...meanwhile, I was sitting there smothered by panic and anxiety and dread and fear, so overwhelmed by it that I wanted to burst out hysterically. I felt so jealous that they could mull over the day's events not with guilt and regret but with contentment and satisfaction. I also felt a little sad, too.
I was forced to act, put up an exterior of calm and normalcy all the while inside I was feeling completely horrified with disgust, with the degree of fullness I brought on myself. It was anxiety almost to the point of panic. It was a combination of feeling of powerless and disgust. Not to be dramatic (hehe too late for that I think :rolleyes
but I'd liken the way I felt to how one might feel if they were destined to slowly drown in a septic tank. Just so
powerless, forced to meet my fate, and the extreme disgust of it.
Crazy thoughts were going through my mind, like getting
rid of the food if you know what I mean (I've never EVER done that and wouldn't even know how, but I have to admit it crossed my mind).
I tried so hard to seem "normal", like I was having a good time and experiencing typical emotions for the occasion (it wasn't the first time I had to "pretend" to really be "with the party" because of the way I feel about food). It didn't work though. My mother asked me what's wrong, everyone wondered why I was acting "quiet and weird", and I tried my hardest to seem ok. I tried
so hard to keep together you have no idea. Thinking about it now, it makes me feel so ridiculous, like such a blubbering fool, who do I think I'm fooling? Only myself.
Even then I was fine for awhile. I sat and endured this misery (as I often do now after eating what I feel to be an "imperfect" or "disgusting" amount/type of food)...
until I was invited to eat again as a communal dessert tray made it's entry. While messed up hormones might have
contributed to the urge to eat (I'm certain it did, in fact, as all day I felt "unsatisfied" and never quite full, irregardless of how much I ate)... I
fully know the reason I got so completely out of hand was almost entirely caused by my head. The panic, anxiety, and guilt I was feeling over the extreme quantity of food I ate at dinner, as well as the "impurity" of the food eaten earlier... combined with the utter
shame and disbelief that despite what I had already eaten, I
still wanted to eat all the food presented in front of me... I just broke and caved. Everything I was feeling was expressed with food.
Binge pattern eating isn't a common occurrence for me. I look at binging as a drug (yes food tastes good, yes it makes you feel good), but before that it is about self-hatred. Binging when you have the food issues I do is a form of self-punishment. It's usually one chosen when I feel disgusted with myself for my perceived inadequacy, worthlessness, or weakness. Stress is a powerful catalyst for binge eating, for me. Stress is tricky, because the more you get the harder it is to handle, but likewise the less you can handle it the more stressed and "worthless" you feel over it. You can only take so much before you break, and when you break you will berate yourself for being so weak, which leads to negative thoughts about yourself, which sets the stage for self destructive acts.
Stress with my parents, especially triggers binge eating for some reason. I think it's because of the influence parents have over the way you feel about yourself. Your parents in a lot of ways shape who you are, and if you feel rejected by them it produces a very
powerful feeling of self doubt, loathing and worthlessness... feelings that often are the inspiration for potent self destructive acts. Binge eating is one of
many self destructive acts I've indulged in because of blow outs with them. I don't want to go into details, for sake of brevity and also because frankly it's too depressing to think about.
I've gone on much too long. I'm rambling about nothing and just bumming myself out. Sorry for being so negative.
I must learn to put things in perspective. Think happy thoughts this too shall pass etc.