I hate the weekend binge. I hate it. Why can't I just stop eating? I don't have trouble stopping myself from eating at all during the week. I have to force myself to eat. Why can't I get a grip on the weekend? I hate it. I hate having to tell my nutritionist that I screwed up again on the weekend and therefore couldn't contemplate really eating again until the scale was back down. I can't stop this cycle. I has to start on the weekend, I know, because if I can eat less on the weekend I could maybe let myself eat more during the week. But I screw up, time and time again. God, I hate this.

Anterrabae~
:confused: I feel the exact same way. I couldn't say it any different. I was actually coming on the boards to vent this very minute and I saw your post. I don't know what it is about the weekend. It's those sweets that sit in the cupboard all week...it's the left overs of what your family has left for you, "just in case you get hungry". I cannot do this anymore-I say that every weekend, and then starve myself the next couple of days until I feel it's safe to step on a scale. Either that, or I sit and plan out what I will do at the gym the next morning.(Funny...those thoughts are in my mind now) When will this sick cycle ever end? Or will it? I just want to cry out HELP! but...why can't I get myself to?
Just letting you know I understand,
Novblis

I completely understand how you guys feel. I'll go home from college on the weekends to see my family, and my mom will tell me that I need to eat and to stop obsessing about calories and stuff. So I eat, but she has no idea the price I'll pay for it later on. I know that Monday, Tuesday, and at least Wednesday, I'll only eat one meal a day and exercise like crazy. I really hate throwing up and rarely do it, but sometimes it feels like the only answer. I wish I knew why I eat, because most of the time I'm not even hungry when I binge. I'll work out at the gym for an hour and a half and go home and eat like 6 or 7 cookies or a bag of Doritos. It really sucks, but I haven't figured out a way to stop. I guess I'll keep trying and maybe one day I'll learn to love and accept myself.

Thank god I'm not alone on this. It's so hard. I finally told my boyfriend that until I get a better grip on this, we couldn't go out to eat any more. That's one problem I have. He comes to visit on the weekend and we go out and suddenly I'm eating appetizers and bread, the entire huge entree, and dessert.. and on it goes from there for two days. I think I could do better if we were eating at home and I could decide for myself how much to put on my plate and we won't have any desserts around. It's weird.. I know that despite all this crap I go through on the weekend I am still losing weight overall.. but I just feel so disgusting Sunday nights. I just hate my body and I crawl into bed and cry and I don't feel decent again until around Tuesday night or Wednesday morning when I've finally fasted all the weekend weight off. And then I feel sick from restricting. I hate the two voices screaming at me to do opposite things. I hope more than anything that therapy can help me through this. I feel like a horrible car wreck of a person.