A Story of Recovery:

Pampered in FA

One early morning, I was visiting an unfamiliar FA meeting and a very attractive, slender, older woman stood up to share. She explained that prior to retiring, she had worked in television and had lived quite the pampered life. Each morning she would call for a limo, and then was fed, prepped and made up for the camera. She had assistants do and tell her everything she needed to know, and all she had to do was show up.

She said her FA life now was very similar, but even better. Carefully, I strained to hear her, knowing how unglamorous my FA life of shopping and chopping seems sometimes. She continued saying that when she gets on her knees in the morning, it is like the limo is being called and her higher power arrives shortly thereafter during her quiet time. They discuss her day ahead and strategize about difficult interviews she might have.

Her day then flows into a well-pampered routine, with all her food decisions and her large support system being arranged by her sponsor and the program. She loves her dear community of FA friends, as opposed to TV people, because no one is jealous or backstabbing when you look fabulous, and they want only the best for each other.

She is thrilled that she is never forced into her kitchen now to cook, entertain, or please others, but only enters to assemble her very simple meals. She knows that all she has to do is show up and do her one percent, and all this FA pampering will continue.

She ended by sharing, “FA pampers me now.” Then she paused theatrically and, flaunting the words of the L’Oreal hair coloring advertisement, she said, “And I’m worth it!”