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.

I’m like an alcoholic, only with food

About a year-and-a-half into my FA program, having lost 58 pounds and reaching my goal weight, I started planning a trip. My 17-year-old daughter and I were planning to spend a couple of weeks traveling in Latin America and going to Spanish language school. But my program wasn’t as strong as I thought and, during the planning, I had a break. I didn’t go into relapse, thank God, but indecision racked our plans—which country, which language school, which flights? At times, I doubted that I would keep my abstinence while traveling. It seemed that when I was in charge, planning was chaotic. Then one day during quiet time, everything changed. I heard a voice, or had a thought, that I should make staying abstinent the number one organizing principle of the trip. Fellows shared at meetings about traveling successfully, abstinently. I believed it and my conviction grew. Within days, my... Continue Reading

 


 

A Turbulent Journey

After a conference, I had a 5:55 a.m. flight to get to my niece’s Sweet 16 celebration. I had my meals prepared the night before and all my bags packed. I figured if I left at 4 a.m. I would be on my flight in ample time. So I set my clock to 3 a.m. I woke up, prayed for an abstinent day, read my Twenty-Four Hours A Day book and took 30 minutes of quiet time. At 3:45 a.m. I made my breakfast and began to load up the car. I ended up leaving at 4:15 a.m. On my way to the airport, I noticed I forgot to fill the tank on my rental car before drop-off. When I left the gas station, the time was 4:30 a.m. Now I’m getting nervous because I realized that I am cutting it close for my flight. So, time for the Serenity... Continue Reading

 


 

A Life Saved

I joined FA at the age of 71. I was 50 pounds overweight, had diabetes that had been out of control for 30 years, was on medication for heart disease, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol. I was bingeing at least weekly. I was dying and I knew it. I became a food addict when I was a child. We lived in a rural area, where there were many farmers who would turn over their vegetable fields and orchards to people for picking after they had done two “pickings.” We were very poor, so we took advantage of this food. In this way, we had every fruit and vegetable imaginable. During this time, we had plenty and my mother made sure we ate well. She froze many of the vegetables to make dishes during the winter. There were no limits to how much or what we ate during this time.... Continue Reading

 


 

Don’t Stop Kicking

I was the heaviest I had ever been—370 pounds. I almost lost my life and I was using that as an excuse to eat myself to death. I was in Mexico for a fishing vacation none of us will ever forget. Imagine five days in a tropical paradise, blue cloudless sky, and crystal clear water filled with whales, dolphins and hundreds of tropical birds. Our ship was called the Erik and there were 44 people aboard. The first day at sea was calm and beautiful as we sailed towards our fishing destination. We went to bed excited as kids on Christmas Eve, dreaming of the fish we were going to catch in the morning. At two in the morning, a sudden and powerful storm flooded the ship and knocked out power. In my cabin below decks, if you were a fly on the wall you would have seen me wearing... Continue Reading

 


 

Trip of a lifetime ruined by my bingeing, salvaged by FA

It was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime. My parents had inherited a small sum of money after my grandparents died, and they decided to use the money to take my brother and me on a trip to Italy. As we boarded the plane, I felt an impending sense of dread. Though this was supposed to be a fun family vacation, I had never really gotten along with my brother, and I was not looking forward to being trapped in a foreign country with him for 10 days. At the time, I was back on my favorite low-carb diet for the third time and had lost about five pounds over two months by avoiding flour products while bingeing on protein and fat. Although I had spent the last five years on and off various low-carb and no-carb diets, I still weighed over 200 pounds and was miserable and... Continue Reading