Slowing Down

A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

Slowing Down

Recently, I shared with my sponsor that I had experienced intense emotional and physical breakdowns. She connected the dots […]

Recently,  I  shared  with  my  sponsor  that  I  had  experienced  intense  emotional  and  physical  breakdowns.    She  connected  the  dots  for  me  and  suggested  that  I  needed  to  slow  down.  After  listening  to  her  suggestions,  I  have  been  carefully  examining  how  I’m  living  my  life,  both  in  the  big  picture  and  moment  to  moment.  I  realized  that  her  observation  that  I  had  too  much  going  on  was  certainly  true.  I  am  now  looking  for  things  to  let  go  of  to  ensure  that  I  am  living  a  manageable  life.    If  I  don’t,  I  know  I  am  at  risk  of  returning  to  addictive  eating.  I  need  to  treat  myself  like  a  newcomer  each  day.  I  must  make  sure  my  recovery  comes  first,  and  that  I  don’t  get  so  busy  that  I  feel  hectic  and  worn  out.  In  trying  to  downshift  into  a  new,  slower  gear,  I  was  going  in  and  out  of  fear,  worrying  so  much  about  overdoing  my  life.  

One  Monday,  after  a  lovely  weekend  full  of  family,  gratitude,  and  peace  of  mind,  I  found  myself  picking  up  some  uneasiness.  I  was  a  bit  baffled  by  this,  as  I  had  been  so  peaceful  the  day  before.  Later  that  afternoon,  during  my  cherished  afternoon  Quiet  Time  (which  has  become  a  regular  practice  in  recent  months),  I  realized  that  I  wasn’t  feeling  afraid  anymore,  that  I  hadn’t  felt  afraid  for  quite  a  few  hours.  I  ask  myself  what  had  changed.    What  came  back  to  me  was,  “You  got  busy  living  your  life,  Diana!”  I  reflected  on  how  the  day  had  gone.  I  had,  indeed,  had  a  very  productive  day,  tending  to  things  that  needed  tending,  but  it  had  somehow  been  very  manageable.  The  next  thought  that  came  was,  “Oh  yeah!  FA  is  a  program  for  living!”

But  where  do  I  go  next?  How  do  I  engage  in  busy  living  without  getting  too  busy?  How  do  I  avoid  returning  to  the  unmanageable  life  that  threatens  my  abstinence?  I  prayed  and  told  God  that  I  feel  like  a  beginner.  I  asked  for  guidance  on  how  to  accomplish  this  task  of  living  fully,  but  manageably.  My  weekly  call  with  my  sponsor  rolled  around,  and  that  question  was  on  the  top  of  the  list.  Fittingly,  that  morning’s  reading  in  Twenty  Four  Hours  a  Day  was  all  about  living  an  abundant  life.  I  asked  her  if  she  had  any  suggestions  about  finding  this  balance,  which  seemed  almost  impossible  to  achieve.  She  said  simply,  “Why  don’t  you  start  with  saying  ‘I  am  enough,  I  have  enough,  I  do  enough.’  Practice  being  satisfied.”

“What  does  that  even  mean,  ‘I  am  enough,  I  have  enough,  I  do  enough’”?  I  felt  like  I  couldn’t  make  heads  or  tails  of  it.  Was  I  dissatisfied?  That  seemed  unlikely,  as  I  truly  experience  so  much  contentment  in  my  life,  thanks  to  FA.  But,  when  my  sponsor  tells  me  something,  I  listen!  Throughout  the  day,  the  answer  started  to  reveal  itself  to  me  moment  by  moment,  situation  by  situation.  In  the  first  moment  I  remember  of  that  day,  I  had  a  certain  amount  of  time  in  which  to  do  a  couple  of  errands  I’d  planned  on  doing.  I  ended  up  having  a  little  less  time  than  I  thought  I  would,  as  an  appointment  went  a  little  longer  than  anticipated.  As  I  pondered  whether  I  could  get  both  errands  done,  I  heard  the  voice  of  my  sponsor:  “Practice  being  satisfied.”  I  knew  that  meant  I  had  to  decide  which  errand  was  more  important  and  choose  that  one.  I  did  my  one  errand,  and  had  such  a  sense  of  peace  around  it.  I  could  take  my  time,  and  didn’t  panic  when  there  were  long  checkout  lines.  I  knew  I  wouldn’t  be  trying  to  cram  in  the  other  errand.    

The  next  day,  I  noticed  I  was  spacing  out  at  my  meeting  while  we  were  listening  to  a  CD.  “Practice  being  satisfied,”  echoed  through  my  head.  That  was  a  revelation.  It  rang  true  that  when  I’m  tuning  out  while  I  should  be  listening,  that’s  my  way  of  saying,  “It’s  not  enough  for  me  to  listen  to  you.  I  need  something  else,  too.”  I  tuned  back  in  and  enjoyed  listening.  I  took  in  much  more  than  I  often  do  of  the  recorded  story,  and  enjoyed  the  sharing  after  the  break  in  a  whole  new  way.  

Things  keep  being  revealed  to  me  about  what  it  means  for  me  to  practice  being  satisfied,  and  my  days  since  then  have  been  filled  with  productivity  and  peace.  I  pray  that  I  may  continue  this  practice,  one  day  at  a  time,  moving  forward.  I  thank  God  for  this  program  that  keeps  me  on  the  path  of  recovery.  

 

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