A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

The Gift of Recovery

It was ten days before Christmas and packages from friends and family started to arrive at our doorstep. All of the return addresses look familiar, including Amazon. As the days went by, a package arrived with a Woburn, MA return address. I didn’t recognize the name or the address.

I started getting curious and excited by the prospect of a surprise gift from someone. “Don’t open until Christmas,” I told myself.  I asked my family if they have ordered something for me from this address. They replied either “no,” or they “can’t recall,” because they have been sending and ordering for weeks. As Christmas day draws closer, the excitement and tension grew!  Knowing that there was a box way in the back of the pile, from who knows who, would be fun to open.

Finally on Christmas Eve, my husband and I started opening our gifts. I excitedly opened the box from Woburn, MA. It was, to my great surprise the FA literature I ordered as the literature person for my FA meeting! 

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