My primary reason for gravitating towards ketogenic eating is the suffering I experience from binging.
I was binging once or twice a week, sometimes upwards of 16,000 calories in an hour or two.
I just wanted to add that I am about 40 days in to keto. In the beginning, it was not some miracle satiating fix. I had to remain disciplined and trusting that each day done well would bring my satiety signals closer to alignment.
I still have a long way to go. I check in with myself throughout the day and ask whether or not I feel safe, stressed, hungry and then I return to being as closely on the same page with my body as. I can.
One thing that is frustrating to read is the kind folks who suggest to eat more fat, and once you can’t imagine eating any more fat, that means you are full.
If this does seem helpful to you then disregard this, but I know for myself, this suggestion assumes a binge-eaters sensations and perceptions are trustworthy and/or that their intuition is honed enough to follow. A binge eater does not know what full is, does not know what more is, does not know how to know what to know. So: momentary decision-making is a dubious luxury of individuals with better-functioning satiety signals and food psychologies.
This is why, for myself, I went only eggs and butter for the first three days. In other words, I took a step back and devised a radical, short-term plan. No chance for decision-making thereafter.
I preemptively devised what to eat, when to eat it and told myself, if you do nothing else today, do this.
Perhaps the only idea that matters for the psychology of a binge eater starting out on keto is: I trust that with repetition, this will work.
Become brutally loyal to the plan and expect your brains delusions to present themselves and fight to return you to your troubled homeostasis of binging.
I’m there with you in this specific struggle to reach a sense of freedom from food slavery. About 40 days in, it is working. It is not a linear progression by any means, but I am beginning to experience a strange absence-of-food-thoughts.
It feels like being in a vacant peanut gallery.