I came into FA at the age of 37, at my most miserable top weight of 176 pounds (nearly 80kg). This was the maximum I would ever let myself reach because this was my weight while pregnant with my children. I have 3 children and I was not a good role model. I was obsessed with all the things – flour, sugar, and quantities. I had to have it all, every time. When my mind would flip into “addict mode” I would get an uncontrollable urge to eat – always junk – and I would become “binge drunk”. I would transform into an addict who had to get her “fix” NOW! I had started a crazy tradition with my kids of going down to the local convenience store for what I called a Junk Run. I would pile them into my car and off we would go. I would buy everything from the store to fill my every type of flavor, texture or temperature. I would fill up a bag and... Continue Reading
My life was on overload when I began attending FA meetings. I took on more and more assignments at work to overcome my feelings of inadequacy. I never knew how much was enough and how much was too much. My mother had recently passed away. She had been in hospice and I spent time with her regularly while not always balancing her needs with what was best for myself and my family. I took frequent trips to see my daughter who attended college out of state. I attended meetings for another 12-step program. I taught Sunday School at church. We had a dog. Life was full. My loving husband rolled with my chaos. I had no idea that eating was an addiction. I kept thinking, if I could just find the right diet or combination of food, I will be OK. More and more frequently I failed. I had strong preferences... Continue Reading
During an extended stay in a hotel for work I needed to do a load of laundry in the communal laundry room. When I returned to collect my laundry, an older gentleman was loading the dryer with his clothes and had placed my clothes on the folding table. In response to my apology for not returning on time to remove them myself he related that he remembered what it was like raising young kids and needing to get their swimsuit dried for the hotel pool. As I put my clothes in my bag, my mind was quickly trying to solve his strange riddle. I had no idea what he was talking about. My child is 21 years old and after letting my hair return to its natural salt-and-pepper color, I know I do not look like a woman who would still have young children. Then it dawned on me –... Continue Reading
I am a food addict. Although this is at the core of who I am, as the years in recovery have passed, my Higher Power has created additional roles for me that bring great joy and can only be sustained with the strength that comes from being abstinent and connected. One of my favorite new roles is that of “student,” and I am so grateful for the endless flow of miracles that made this possible. For example, the school that I am currently enrolled in wasn’t even on my radar until one of my dear FA friends mentioned it as we were talking on a phone call one day. After her review of the school, I examined the idea with my sponsor, submitted reference letters written for me by FA fellows, and applied. I am now almost finished with my degree. In order for me to graduate, I must complete... Continue Reading
I came into Food Addicts in Recovery Anonymous (FA) a little over seven years ago. When I entered that first meeting I was warmly received, but also surprised that there were only three others present. Other 12-Step meetings I had attended were many times larger. I quickly realized that this was the solution for me. I listened and related to the things that were shared, though I did find some elements of the meeting strange and disconcerting, such as the rigid meeting structure and practice of sitting in rows. I went back to that meeting because it was the only meeting for miles around, compared to my other 12-Step meetings, which were held daily in my region. I saw FA as the solution to my eating addiction, which had held me captive since childhood. Yet, everything in me resisted the meeting format, the quiet time, and the phone calls. Actually,... Continue Reading
