Have you ever eaten an entire extra-large double cheese stuffed crust pizza, alone, in your car, in a parking lot? I have. How about an entire double chocolate bundt cake, alone, in your basement, while binge-watching episodes on Netflix? Yep. 76 wings in one sitting? Uh-huh.  Got the t-shirt, buffalo sauce stains and all. Why?  Why was I doing this? If you’ve ever struggled with some type of disordered eating, you’ve probably asked the same question. And part of what makes it so frustrating, is knowing that you’re doing something that you “shouldn’t“, yet seemingly not being able to stop…