Jane Brody is the longtime New York Times fitness and nutrition writer and I have admired her writing for many years. Her column from yesterday — titled “Out of Control: A True Story of Binge Eating” — is a must-read not only because it addresses an important health problem, but also because it has a compelling personal touch:

It was 1964, I was 23 and working at my first newspaper job in Minneapolis, 1,250 miles from my New York home. My love life was in disarray, my work was boring, my boss was a misogynist. And I, having been raised to associate love and happiness with food, turned to eating for solace.
Of course, I began to gain weight and, of course, I periodically went on various diets to try to lose what Iíd gained, only to relapse and regain all Iíd lost and then some.
My many failed attempts included the Drinking Manís Diet, popular at the time, which at least enabled me to stay connected with my hard-partying colleagues.
Before long, desperation set in. When I found myself unable to stop eating once Iíd started, I resolved not to eat during the day. Then, after work and out of sight, the bingeing began.
I learned where the few all-night mom-and-pop shops were located so I could pick up the eveningís supply on my way home from work. Then I would spend the night eating nonstop, first something sweet, then something salty, then back to sweet, and so on. A half-gallon of ice cream was only the beginning. I was capable of consuming 3,000 calories at a sitting. Many mornings I awakened to find partly chewed food still in my mouth.
And, as you might expect, because I didnít purge (never even heard of it then), I got fatter and fatter until I had gained a third more than my normal body weight, even though I was physically active.
My despair was profound, and one night in the midst of a binge I became suicidal. I had lost control of my eating; it was controlling me, and I couldnít go on living that way.
Fortunately, I was still rational enough to reach out for help, and at 2 a.m. I called a psychologist I knew at his home. His willingness to see me in the morning got me through the night.

Read the entire column. Brody’s honest and forthright story of how she finally came to terms with her obsession and addressed it — abandoning diets and embracing sound nutritional principles for her life — provides a hopeful and practical guide for those who are afflicted with this disorder. It is a stark reflection of the state of nutrition in the U.S. today that most of us know someone who is currently grappling with the same problem that Brody overcame.