Out of the Mouths of Babes….

A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

Out of the Mouths of Babes….

When my first child was around two and a half, I remember driving on the highway with him strapped into […]

When my first child was around two and a half, I remember driving on the highway with him strapped into the child seat in the rear. I was having road rage at a passing driver, when all of a sudden I heard Josh say, “Mommy, you need to say the “renity prayer.”

A little while later I was home in the kitchen arguing with my husband.  I must have been really yelling at him, when Josh said, “Mommy, you ought to call your “ponsor.”

He is now 21 years old, with almost two solid years of FA abstinence and a 95-pound weight loss.

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