Hi April!
First of all, you are NOT clogging up the forum or "rambling" at all. I am glad that you felt comfortable enough here to write about what you are going through. It takes a lot of courage to face everything you are going through right now. I salute you for what you are doing in spite of all the changes.
I know that it is not easy, and I certainly understand what you said about "mindlessly" putting chips in your mouth. In my case it was more like pizza and donuts - yet the result is always the same regardless - shame, disgust and YES, lots of weight gain.
The weight gain leads to more negative thoughts and feelings, which in turn lead to more destructive eating - ad infinitum. It is a horrible cycle that makes the soul feel utterly trapped and pressed down. It is, as I recall, a state of complete hopelessness. Add to that the new relationship that you are in, and the stress is undoubtedly doubled since all relationships require work. The unfortunate abuse you endures as a teenager could very well have instilled in you a negative self-image, as I had for so many years.
Food was my friend, the only one that never talked back to me or yelled at me. It always gave me instant comfort and gratification. So I grasped onto it like a desperate child yearning for acceptance and affection. At first food gave me all of that.
But, then, it turned against me through obesity, decreased health and a liver condition brought on by toxicity incited by my destructive eating. Not to mention deep depression and even the frequent fantasy of ending my life. So I ate some more. But the food stopped comforting me and I would emerge from each binge with nothing but shame and disgust.
That is when my fasting path began. At the very pit of my self-made hell, I had a moment of clarity that led me to spiritual books which talked of fasting as a discipline that led to freedom. The story is long, so I won't bore you to tears with the details.
One thing I can tell you: when I first started fasting, my biggest foe apart from the hunger pains was always the endless loop of sadness, fear, depression and self-hatred that emerged from the depths of my being. Whenever I would end each fast, the feelings would intensify and bring on monstrous hunger pains which led me to "mindless" acts of gorging.
It took me much time and pain to realize that the real change had to happen in my thinking. If I continued to give in to my thoughts and emotions, the result would always be the same: more overeating, obesity and self-hatred. I had to become willing to face these challenges toe-to-toe and feel whatever discomfort and hunger I had to feel to get to the other side.
Once an enemy realizes that it is losing grip over its prey, it often will fight its hardest to retain the prisoner. But, in the end, hunger and self-hatred had to yield to my determination for change. My refusal to find myself ten years down the road in the same place, or worse. So what you are doing is very brave and, honestly, it simply IS what you have to do at this point.
It may seem hard and rocky, but it will be even harder and more painful down the road if you get sick from obesity and/or toxicity. Not to mention the shame that comes with one succumbing to this monster and giving up on one's dreams and hopes.
I encourage you to continue and walk THROUGH the discomfort NOW. Eventually the hunger pains and "mindless" hunger impulses diminish and become but a minor irritation.
So hang in there and never give up!
You are closer than you think to reaching the breakthrough point.
From there, I can tell you ... your life will never be the same!
Rob