My friends referred to me as a support group junkie. Those who have known me for years thought: Here she goes, another support group. It started over 20 years ago with Al-anon, then AA (I have managed to stay sober for 21 years), and on and on with other Twelve-Step programs to address my many other addictions. Don’t ask me why it took so long to find FA, except that I wasn’t ready to give up flour and sugar! When I came into FA four months ago, I was very depressed. I had just spent a lot of money on

I came into Program because I could not stop eating, was miserable, and was not able to go forward in my life, even though everything looked good on the outside. I had my master’s in counseling psychology and worked in the field for ten years, but all I ever really wanted to do with my life was to get married and have six children. I dated, but had not met the man of my dreams, and was concerned because I felt that something was wrong with me. I was worried and anxious most of the time and was starting to

I began life outside the womb in an incubator, March of 1940.  Within my first few years, I was diagnosed with asthma and then with a myriad of food allergies, some of which I still have today.  Some of those foods were exactly the ones I wanted because they were the favorites of most kids and thus became my “forbidden fruits.”  So what did I do when I was denied what I wanted?  I learned to be sneaky—to hide food, eat in the cellar, steal change (and later dollar bills) from my mother’s purse to get my stashes of food.