Years ago, I spent nine years in Overeater’s Anonymous (OA), but they let me define my own abstinence, which didn’t work for me. My last diet before coming into FA was Weight Watchers. Week after week, I got on the scale and prayed I would weigh at least the same as I had the week before. It didn’t really matter what the scale said though, because if my weight was down, I would eat, and if I stayed the same, I would eat that day and then start back the next day. I thought that even if I ate that day, by the following week, I would have a weight loss. I often thought that if my weight was up anyway, I might as well eat. It always seemed that the best answer was to eat. Food and I had a love connection from the start. Food was my friend,... Continue Reading
I am sitting in a hospital bed. I am 52 years “young,” and it is now three days since my surgery. I am a doctor at this hospital and the one usually providing the care, so it is very strange to receive all of this medical attention. I originally came into the hospital for a colonoscopy screening. I am grateful for the gift of clarity to practice what I preach and come in for the test. I was diagnosed with colon cancer. I weighed 253.5 pounds when I joined FA, and I weighed 135.5 at home the morning of my surgery. I can’t believe I have only eaten four meals in the last six days because of the tests and the surgery associated with the diagnosis. More incredible is how peaceful and surrendered I am about both the diagnosis and the not eating. I have already received innumerable gifts in... Continue Reading
I have had an abnormal relationship with food since I was a young girl. It started out as a strong craving for sweets, and my craving was more than that of the average child. I would scoop sugar into my breakfast bowl until there was a wet dense mixture on the bottom. My mother always sensibly portioned out sweet treats in our house, but I always wanted more than my share. Although I only ate my portion, it never felt like it was enough. I was a compliant little girl and was very afraid to get into trouble. Even though I wanted to, I did not sneak into the cupboards and take more than what was allotted me. Despite this, I found various ways to get my hands on sweets when I was young. Every year, my family would get together for Christmas Eve at my grandmother’s house, where there... Continue Reading
Last night, as I was making my dinner, negative thoughts started plaguing me, as fear and anxiety crept into my heart. The first thing I need to do when this happens is “stop and reconnect,” as one of my FA friends has reminded me several times. But negativity was winning the battle, and chopping and cooking seemed to be taking priority. Fortunately, God had a different plan. The phone rang. Someone I had briefly met while attending an FA Information Session called. She shared with beautiful honesty how much fear she was feeling about family and financial insecurity. The chopping and the cooking went on hold, and I listened. As I continued to listen to the facts of the story, I knew in my heart that she had no reason to feel afraid about her life. Things were going to fall into place, I had no doubt. I knew because... Continue Reading
I did not have the greatest financial education, or any, really. I remember once my aunt sent my mother money for groceries and my mother instead bought a stereo. Both of my parents struggled, when they were together and after their divorce, with how to handle flush times and lean times. I never recognized how this financial flux affected my sense of wellbeing until I came into FA. When I was 18 and had just starting out with a clean credit report, I remember some young-20s friends telling me that they had already destroyed their credit. With no knowledge of how such things worked, I felt perfectly justified in condemning them in my mind, and telling myself that it would never happen to me. Then I began borrowing. I borrowed with impunity—for school, clothes, trips, and food. I felt no shame in putting a $15 binge on an 18% APR... Continue Reading
