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.

Betting on Recovery

This morning I yelled at my two older kids. They refused to get out of bed, spoke rudely to me and my husband, and made us late. I was furious and I was not nice. I told my son he never thought about anyone else and I called my daughter a princess. Steaming, I got them and their little brother into the car. I had to drop my youngest at preschool first, and when I tried to leave, he clung to me. His anxiety was a humbling reminder that he is affected by my anger even when it’s not directed at him. On the way back to the car, where my other two were waiting, I paused to pray for the first time that morning since being on my knees. I was still mad, but I knew my behavior had been wrong. I have learned in AWOL (A Way of... Continue Reading

 


 

Don’t Leave No Matter What

I didn’t come into willingly. I was very angry and full of remorse and resentments. I weighed 347 pounds. However, that was not my top weight. I had been 360 pounds prior to my Vertical Banded Gastroplasty better known as a VBG. I lost 80 pounds in 3 months and it was back before I knew it was ever off my body. The surgeon recommended a support group for all patients who had the weight loss surgery. My life was a mess. I was over indulging in flour and sugar products after exercising vigorously on the elliptical machine.  I would be in excruciating pain. Nonetheless, I would go over to the Walgreens and buy six of the sugar products they had on sale. The more exercise I did, the more I ate. I felt like the exercise gave me permission to eat whatever I wanted. One day I met this... Continue Reading

 


 

Secret Affairs

I was very skeptical when I walked through the doors of my first FA meeting.  I thought FA was too strict and too structured.  I had contempt prior to investigation. Yet my obsession with food had been escalating since my first diet at 16 years old. I was a rollercoaster dieter.  I would lose weight only to gain it back over and over again. For more than 40 years I had been trying to control my eating and my weight. Nothing had worked. I am so glad I gave FA a chance.  At first, I did what my sponsor and others suggested because I wanted to lose weight. Nowadays, I take suggestions because the results I’ve experienced from doing so are far beyond what I had ever dreamed possible. By working the FA program and surrendering to a power greater than myself, I have been graced with the gift of... Continue Reading

 


 

No Longer Angry

Before joining FA I would have told you I was not an angry person, but since coming into the program I have realized just how angry I used to be. Growing up, I always felt cheated out of the good things that life had to offer. I wanted what everyone else seemed to have: loving parents, a big house, and money to buy the things I wanted. I was always looking for that good life, and I always seemed to end up with the short end of the stick. I became angry with people, places, things, and situations. I got into alcohol and drugs and lost custody of my two younger children, which fueled my anger even more. Then I lost my 16-year-old son to suicide, which pushed me over the edge. When I came into FA three years ago, I weighed 294 pounds and my anger was at an... Continue Reading

 


 

Colorful Life

When I walked into my first FA meeting, I didn’t know what to expect. Not only had I never been to a 12 step meeting before, I didn’t even know anyone in a 12 step program. It was a Sunday morning, I was 22 years old, and a girl my age was leading the meeting. A few people stood up and said they were available to sponsor. I figured that if I was desperate enough to get myself out of bed at 7 o’clock on a Sunday morning, then I might as well go ahead and ask one of these people to sponsor me even though I didn’t know exactly what that meant. I chose someone who looked friendly and non-threatening, and I asked her to be my sponsor. Having a sponsor tell me exactly what to eat every day was a new concept for me, but I was excited... Continue Reading