A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

As a food addict, I had no limits on anything I did

As a food addict, I had no limits on anything I did. I had no structure and preferred it that way. When I was told about what I had to do in this program, I balked. I wanted to pick and choose. My sponsors,  and there were many, tried to explain that the tools of this program were gifts, if only I would give them a chance.

By weighing and measuring,  I was assured that my nutritional needs were being met. But what I found was that the discipline  of weighing and measuring my food carried into my life, helping me to find a new freedom. It was work , preparing meals, making calls, going to meetings. I was forced to realign  my life , for the better.  Having made a commitment  to program and to a higher power, I was finally accountable. For the first time, I felt some self-esteem. A sponsor once said to me, “If you want self-esteem , do something esteem-able,”  and she was right.

Using the tools of this program has given me a new outlook on life. Just as the promises of the program started to come true, I realized it was the tools of the program that made it all possible, especially service. I found the secret of life was not money or fame, it was simply to help another human being by welcoming a newcomer, sponsoring, giving back what I was so generously given. I now have very simple outlook on life. I always remember , ”it’s a simple program for complicated people.”

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