Getting To Know My Goddess

A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

Getting To Know My Goddess

I just attended my first FA Business Convention in Danvers, Mass. With much encouragement to do self-care, I took a […]

I just attended my first FA Business Convention in Danvers, Mass.  With much encouragement to do self-care, I took a quiet walk around the hotel.   Over the past year and half, since joining FA, I have been trying to formulate my vision of my Higher Power.  I was suddenly struck by the beautiful scene in front of me of green grass, trees, and vibrant flowers; so I sat on the steps, and wrote this:

“I’m choosing to call my Higher Power (HP): My Goddess. I get to define her exactly how I want; no one else has to understand or even agree with my definition of my HP.   I don’t have to share her with anyone.  She’s part older sister, part mom, part aunt, part friend, part sponsor.   When I need extra protection, she’s part Wonder Woman!   My Goddess is strong, smart (she knows things I don’t know yet), loving, and cares about me.  She is beautiful like colorful flowers, is always available to listen and to give a hug, and she loves me unconditionally.  She’s always there for me.  She is firm, when I need her to be (but never controlling or shaming).

My Goddess reminds me I’m good enough and I’m perfectly OK as is.   I don’t need to try so hard or take things so personally.   She’s patient and gives me unconditional love without any judgement.   She’s the lush green grass after it rains and the old, sturdy trees.   She’s a light breeze.  Oh, I just felt a light breeze.   That’s My Goddess wrapping her arms around me and giving me a hug.   And when the birds chirp, she is saying hello to me.   When I’m at the beach, she’s the ocean and the sand.  

My Goddess is relaxed and reminds me to relax, to lighten up.  She reminds me to notice when I try to fix, manage, or control and she gently reminds me to breathe and Let Go. She reminds me I don’t have to fill the space with trying too hard or working too hard.  I can leave space.  Let go and leave space.  My son says “Patience is a Magical Power.”  I can Trust God; I can trust My Goddess.”

That quiet time alone was so meaningful to me.  I can’t wait to get to know, and spend time, with My Goddess.   And I can’t wait to see what spiritual experience I have at next year’s business convention.

 

More Stories

Not Feeding Fear

The clock read 3 a.m. I couldn’t believe it. How was I awake? And why was I arguing with my boyfriend again? Hadn’t we said, just a month ago, that we would get married? But we were having yet another argument about my FA program. This man did not support my recovery! He questioned whether I would always have to go to meetings, and he gave me a hard time about having to stop to eat at meal times. “I just want to hop on a motorcycle and not have to stop for lunch,” he blurted out one day. “Wow,”

Read More »

Eat and Run

Something about driving makes my mind race and fragment into shards of to-dos, and my body itch to multi-task in all sorts of crazy and dangerous ways. Probably the most insane thing I’ve ever done in the driver’s seat was one time when I was wearing a skirt and sandals and noticed I’d forgotten to shave my legs. I reached into my gym bag, unzipped a pocket, took out a razor, and proceeded to scrape the black stubble from my legs—all while driving through a busy thoroughfare. Before I joined FA, when I was constantly eating, there was almost no

Read More »

On the Cutting Edge

I am 53 years old, 5’4″ tall, and I weigh 138.8 pounds. I have never been less than 140 in my adult life. Just a year ago, l weighed 195 pounds (my highest weight was 250 back in 2002). After yo-yo dieting for years, and after major stresses, I finally hit rock bottom and believed my life was over. Quite frankly, I wanted it to be. I had been living on the edge for several years. I was not only a food addict, but I had multiple addictions. Although I hadn’t used alcohol or illegal drugs for more than 30

Read More »

GET NEW STORIES EVERY MONTH

Get Connection magazine sent to your inbox or mailbox.

Scroll to Top