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My First Convention

I was in FA over two years before I attended my first Foods Addicts in Recovery (FA) annual business convention […]

I Am One of Them Too

I am the daughter of a classic alcoholic. I was born in 1946 and grew up in Houston, Texas. For […]

Handling Life the FA Way

I’ve been under a fair amount of strain lately. A dear friend of mine is dying from a metastasized cancer. […]

Arrested Development

I once heard that addicts have arrested development—that when our disease takes over, we simply stop aging emotionally. That is […]

The Gift of Life

As a child, my mother, (God Bless her), would break a wooden spoon over my head or crack a thick […]

From Turmoil to Peace: Travelling the FA Road

Last night, as I was making my dinner, negative thoughts started plaguing me, as fear and anxiety crept into my […]

From Resentments to Role Model

I have been in FA for almost nine years. I come from the madness of 20 years of either overeating, bulimia, […]

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 […]

A New Happiness

I walked in the doors of fa at 295 lbs., my physical recovery was only the beginning. At the request […]

Right Direction

Doctors had told me during my adolescence that if I just got to 180 pounds I would be okay. Two […]

Walking Through Fear

It was bad enough that I was a food addict, but going to meetings with alcoholics was asking too much. I doubted if I would ever find enough willingness to take this suggestion.

Money in the Bank

Several years ago, I suffered three concussions in a row. When the final one hit, it was as if my […]

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