I used to call myself a “binge-eater.” I would diet, diet, diet and then when I would “fall of the wagon” – bam, I “binged.” Binge, binge, binge. Just the use of this word, I truly believe kept me in a mental cycle of “success” and “failure” or “good” and “bad.”
The linguistic distinction of calling any act with food a “binge,” keeps us in a state of mind where we are judging ourselves. Every time we say we “binged,” we are essentially saying, “we failed,” we are “wrong,” or generally suck.
In order to live in a world of food and body freedom, we have to let go of all language that is judgmental, hateful, or disapproving of ourselves. I contend that just the use of the word “binge” falls into this category, and should thus be stricken from our lips.
New Linguistic Model: Last night I went out to dinner with my family and ate a lot of food. I got really full. And today is Tuesday, and the sky is blue.
I did not “binge,” I did not MURDER ANYONE. I just ate a lot of food. Big fucking deal.