I wanted to add my two penneth, because I identify with so much that has been said here.
I thought I was a binge eater for years.
I was the fat kid at school, and never happy with that. I did turn to food for comfort and did find some form of comfort in it, but not for long. My life continued for years with the cycle of being appalled by my self-image, and turning to mostly chocolate for solace. I would diet, lose some weight, but then something would happen to stress me out, and I would go back to my foodie safety net.
As I said, I "thought" I was a binge eater. I had a bad relationship with food, and thought that the cycle was an emotional reaction.
Last year I was diagnosed type 2. I'd gone to the doctor for another reason and was sent straight to the hospital with very high blood sugar.
I found this website almost right away, joined up, and read all about the low carb high fat diet. I threw myself headfirst into that way of life, and immediately my blood sugar reduced.
After a few weeks of the diet, my desire to binge eat had vanished completely. At first I didn't notice, but after the first couple of months I realised that I had a lot more money left at the end of each month because I was buying so much snack food.
My rationale is that consistently high blood sugar increases the desire to eat more starchy, sugary, bad food. When we're in this state our bodies think they are starving because they can't access the sugar floating around our system. I read someone here use the analogy of a locked door.
Insulin is the key which allows the body to get to the glucose in our blood stream. If the key is broken, or not there at all, then the body can't access the sugar so sends out messages to eat more and more.
Recently I moved house (which quite frankly I'm happy to never ever do again lol). In the process of this we didn't have a working oven, and my diet went a bit awry with takeaways and easy-to-prepare food. My blood sugar went up a bit, and with it the desire to eat cadbury's creme eggs by the bucket load came back. I gained a few pounds, I felt rubbish, the low self esteem came back, along with the tiredness and my general zest for life went into hibernation. I got my kitchen in working order, got back on to the lchf way of life, and normality has now been restored.
Like someone else said, one step at a time. Insulin is the next step for you, take it, embrace it, but don't worry too much about the steps ahead of that until you get there.
