A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

No Age Limit

I joined FA seven months ago.  When I listened to others share their stories at my meetings, I knew I was at the right place, at long last.  I battled with yoyo dieting for a long time, until I thought that perhaps I should go quietly into the sunset of my 77 years and accept what is.  Then, out of the blue I found FA!  I was not even looking for another solution.  But then, a fellow “Exercise Club Member” of days gone by happened to cross my path.  She looked better than ever before.  I almost did not recognize her.  I stood there with my mouth wide open, as she told me about FA and invited me to come to a meeting with her.  My reply was, “I will come.  But first, I want to get Easter Sunday over and done with.”  That Easter was (hopefully) my last binge.   After Easter, I attended my first FA meeting. I took a sponsor, and stepped into this new world of freedom from food addiction through this awesome FA program!

To think that, at this age, I am learning and striving for improvements in myself that I thought were now impossible!  Today I realize the powerful grip of addiction.  I didn’t know that I could not overcome my addiction to flour, sugar and quantities on my own.  Thanks to my higher power working through FA’s understanding fellowship, I feel I have indeed been handed a life-line!

Today, I am so very grateful and in awe of this great miracle – freedom from the food that FA abstinence is giving me.

I have learned that age is no barrier to learning all that this wonderful program has to offer me.   I now look forward to being able to be a guide for others who like me, have suffered the ravages of hungers unfulfilled!

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