My father and another man had drowned seven months before I was born. My mother was diabetic and frequently hospitalized in a diabetic coma. She took shots daily in order to function. I was a premature baby and somewhat sickly. As a child, I suffered from chickenpox, whooping cough, ear infections, and hives. I have two older sisters and a brother by a different father. No one hugged me as a child. I was to be neither seen nor heard. When mother came home with gifts, I got more books than toys. Being the youngest, I was protected from the world by my siblings, although my brother was a little rough with me at times, calling me names and hitting me. I withdrew into my secret world of books. Raised by a single mother and siblings, I managed. I wish I could say I thrived. But early on, I felt... Continue Reading
Apologies do not always come easy. In FA, I have learned to accept that I am powerless over food, that my life had become unmanageable, and I made a decision to turn my will and my life over to a higher power of my own understanding. I’ve been taught to take a long hard look at what my part is in the situations or conflicts over which I carry resentments and anger. Early in my recovery from food addiction, an FA member told me a story about a time when her husband bullied her and was driving the car in a dangerous manner to scare her. When she told her sponsor about it, the sponsor said, “Apologize for your part.” I gasped when she told me that, and I said out loud. “I don’t know if I am that evolved.” Now I have come to understand, through personal experience, that... Continue Reading
After eight hours and two abstinent meals on the train, I was there. A committed FA member welcomed me with open arms. It was rainy and cold, and I was exhausted. An hour later another member arrived. We shared a room together. We were excited to meet since we had talked a lot on the phone. In two hours time we attended our first meeting of this nationwide FA get-together. Five beaming faces welcomed us, faces I see maybe once a year and voices I have heard a lot on the telephone. It was hilarious, and there were lots of hugs and screams of excitement. This was the first FA meeting I had attended in months, since I live in a place that doesn’t have FA meetings. The topic was, “The first 90 days.” There were 12 of us and eight had more than 90 days. While listening to people’s... Continue Reading
“You’re right, Dad, I’m an addict. But what am I supposed to do about it?” At 14 and a top weight of 225 pounds, I finally conceded that my father may have a point when he said I was, “Like a crack addict with food.” However, I was convinced that there was nothing out there that would work for me. My father, who had heard about FA through a friend several months earlier, was patiently waiting for the day that I would surrender and ask for help. G-d bless him and his patience, he knew that my rebelliously-addictive teenage self would not accept help unless I was in dire pain. The following week, my mom took me to my first meeting and helped me choose my first sponsor. I did not jump in with open arms. My poor sponsor had six months of abstinence and I was her first sponsee.... Continue Reading
I was a premature twin at birth, which resulted in my having sight in only one eye. In elementary school, I was picked on for being different. I never felt like I fit in or was accepted. I was chunky, which made me even more awkward than the other kids, and this, combined with my crossed eyes and extreme near-sightedness, made me feel like I could never measure up. At 12, my parents separated because of my dad’s excessive drinking. I was able to start over again in school when Mom moved me and my siblings to the Panama Canal Zone to work as a registered nurse. In Panama, I grew up and “found” myself. I was exposed to another culture and I learned some Spanish, played a little guitar and matured overall. The kids there didn’t make fun of me because most of them were from military families and... Continue Reading
