Stories of Recovery
These stories were originally published in the Connection, FA's monthly magazine written by food addicts, for food addicts. Each post shares a different author's perspective. Visit this page often to read more experience, strength, and hope about recovery in FA. To get the newest issue of Connection Magazine sent directly to your mailbox or inbox, click here to subscribe to the Connection.
About seven months ago, I called to check in on my social security benefits. They were the sum total of my income, and I was getting some indications that there was an issue. The fact that I called to determine the status of my benefits is a direct result of being in FA. Prior to entering this amazing program, I let most things slide, which generally didn’t help my situation. For example, I remember receiving a summons to appear in court prior to FA. I didn’t go because it seemed scary. As a result, my disability benefits were suspended because of my failure to appear in court. Thankfully, FA is teaching me to show up for life events, even if they are uncomfortable. After making several FA phone calls, my courage was such that I could call Social Security. Even though it was not my favorite way to spend a Monday morning, FA... Continue Reading
Despite my initial trepidation about staying home during the COVID-19 pandemic, sheltering with my husband and my adult children has been a relatively stress-free experience. My prescient first reaction—“I can’t stay home I need to get out or I will go crazy”—turned out to be wrong. I get up in the morning, take my sponsee calls, do quiet time, read, eat breakfast, and exercise. My husband (also a member of Food Addicts in Recovery Anonymous) and I work from home on our respective computers set up in different rooms of the house. I’m amazed by what I can accomplish during the day. My husband and I sometimes meet for lunch and always have dinner together, our version of date night. With their unusual schedule—in bed at 5 a.m. and up by 3 p.m., near the end of the work day—our children stay out of our way. After dinner we all go for walks, play games, watch movies, talk or clean. I find myself calmer and taking care of myself more. Then it began! My kids started baking every other day or so. They bake something new or repeat something they love. The aroma is hard to escape. It triggers a mental binge about sweets. I start playing this game in my head. Should I? Why not? No one is watching. No one... Continue Reading
I was misdiagnosed for quite a few years with symptoms of unbalance, being clumsy, lots of fatigue, and some dizziness. I finally went to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota and received a diagnosis of SCA, Sporadic Spinal Cerebellum Ataxia. My form of SCA is a neurological disease that might be hereditary, but they really do not know. I was told I needed intravenous drugs to stop the progression of this disease. I came home to California, devastated. I was unsure of how my life would be from then on. I did know I wanted to try other alternatives before I committed to taking prescription drugs. My first step was to try a celiac food plan (no gluten). I began to see some results, and then wanted to experiment more with nutrition. Someone told me that when others had eliminated flour, refined sugar, and alcohol from their diet that it helped alleviate symptoms of their disease.... Continue Reading
Recently I had my driveway repaved and had the flagstones of my front walk redone with decorative pebbles. I had wanted to update the curb-appeal of my house for years and was extremely pleased with the results. A few weeks later, the DC area was hit by a series of storms that left many without electricity, and houses were struck with fallen trees. The storm caused devastation for many, while I only lost Internet, phone, and TV. However, the new, decorative pebbles were blown all over my new driveway. I called the contractor a few times and left messages. I felt a righteous indignation that he should fix this mess. I soon realized that my serenity was in jeopardy, as I was having a mental tug-of-war between “getting” the contractor and staying in contented abstinence. I am a food addict who wobbled into FA at 218 pounds, fighting for my... Continue Reading
I’m 24 years old, and when I came into FA I weighed 333 pounds and was miserable. I could hardly do anything to take care of myself. My body was failing me, and I was in pain. My diabetes was out of control, and I didn’t even care. I have always been a happy person, but when I failed my last diet, I was starting to be sad for the first time. I tried to accept the fact that I was going to die at a young age and not see my son grow up. I just figured if something was that hard to do, then maybe I wasn’t meant to do it. I remember years before FA, when my husband, cousins, and I all went to Six Flags in Ohio. I was so excited. One of the first rides I went on was the Texas Twister, which is set... Continue Reading
