A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

Applying Myself

I am very grateful for all the things that I am learning while looking for a job. But as I look over my resume, it shows that I moved frequently (about once a year since 1995) and that I spent a brief period of time living on the streets.

My sponsor is helping me fill out applications, which is difficult, because I have to answer “yes” to questions like, “Have you ever been terminated or asked to resign?”  I had stolen food and money at my jobs and had exhibited other inappropriate behaviors. My jobs have all been short—around one to two years in length—and not all of my employers would have many good things to say about me.

After years of bingeing and purging into dumpsters, today I finally know that I am not a bad person. I am a sick person. I am a food addict. I was powerless over food and my behavior. But FA has given me hope. I have not had to use food addictively for over a year and a half. No longer do I hang my head in shame and fear of being found out. FA has taught me how to take care of myself. My body radiates health, my clothes are clean, my hair is washed, my skin is clear, my eyes are steady, and I smile easily.

I have learned from Program to fill out applications and ask for help. I know my Higher Power just wants me to show up and do my one percent so that He can do the other 99%. My fellows remind me to weigh and measure my job-hunting, so I am just doing a little bit each day. I was told that “rejection is God’s protection” and not to force or rush things. God has a plan and all I have to do is weigh and measure my food and work my tools and everything will work out, one day at a time. Truly, if God can give me peaceful, contented abstinence, then no miracle is beyond Him.

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