For years I wrestled with issues of fear, doubt and insecurity. I worried and doubted myself about everything– from raising children to being a responsible citizen of the world to having enough money. Although I was an active member of a church, I had no relationship with the God of my upbringing. At the same time, I struggled with my eating. I say “eating” rather than weight because the numbers on my bathroom scale were not always unpleasant. I was always going on the “diet to end all diets”, the one that would get me down to an ideal size (whatever that might be), and then I was going to eat in a healthy way. I was also always starting a new exercise regime that would rid me of my cellulite. My denial kept me from seeing that if I would eat in a healthy way to begin with, I... Continue Reading
Before FA, my life was in shambles. I was obese and could not stop eating. I wasn’t showering more than twice a week, and when I did, it was only after plenty of harassment from my family. I thought it was perfectly acceptable to have food stains on my clothes, and I was picking the clothes I would wear for the day from the dirty laundry hamper. It was clear that I didn’t have a clue as to how to make things better. This eventually led to a great willingness to work the FA program. I diligently used all the tools every day. And it worked. I have been abstinent for a little over 4 years. There were times, however, when my doubt and negative thinking got the best of me. When someone said (referring to the old binge foods), “Thank you, God, that’s not my food,” I would think... Continue Reading
For as far back as I can remember, I always asked the question, “Why me?” I was filled with self-pity, and I constantly stuffed my feelings down with food. I was born a triplet, and we were diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy at a year old. My parents were always positive, and they instilled in us that nothing is impossible. However, the cycle of self-pity really started for me just a week after we moved into our handicap-accessible house when I was almost six. My triplet brother, Paul, developed pneumonia and passed away suddenly. I remember the day he died as if it happened yesterday. My entire life changed from that day forward, and I immediately began to question why my life was so terrible. The years following his death were pretty bad. I dealt with a lot of traumatic situations, including my mother almost dying after complications from gastric bypass... Continue Reading
Several years ago I was in a serious car accident and broke all the vertebrae in my neck, with severe impact to the spinal cord. I was in critical care for weeks before they could even do surgery. My family had been told that I would never walk again, but during surgery the doctor discovered that it was an incomplete spinal cord injury, and that with lengthy rehabilitation I had a chance to walk again. He said it would take a lot of hard work, but it could be done. I was in two years of physical rehabilitation, five days a week. I had to learn everything over again: how to dress myself, write, feed myself (an important activity), etc. With all I went through to fight my way back to health, mentally, spiritually and physically, I still couldn’t stop eating. Hadn’t I proved I was a person of will... Continue Reading
I recently had a case of the flu. I thought at first it was a bad cold coming on, but when the fever and chills started, I knew I was in for a battle. It is never fun to be sick, and staying abstinent can be a challenge during those times. My stomach was queasy, food tasted like paste, and my disease yearned for the comfort foods of my childhood. Thank God for the structure of this program. I knew it was important to try to eat my three meals each day, even though I didn’t have much of an appetite (quite a sensation for a food addict). In the past (at 297 pounds), I would have gone most of the day without eating, then eat and would have eaten a huge bowl of hot liquid comfort food and flour products. As I had a clearer sense of what my... Continue Reading
