A New Me

A STORY OF RECOVERY FROM FOOD ADDICTION

A New Me

The first time I visited my brother after joining Program was an incredible experience. Through geographical circumstances, my brother and […]

The first time I visited my brother after joining Program was an incredible experience. Through geographical circumstances, my brother and sister-in-law wound up being responsible for the care of our aging mother. It was not easy for them. My brother would often call me to vent his anger, and I would try to tell him what to do. If that didn’t work, I would dismiss his needs and feelings and say, “I am too tired to listen.”

This first visit in recovery was awesome. My brother and I went on an errand. Again he started to tell me how he was feeling, and then he stopped and said, “You wouldn’t listen anyway.”  I said, “Yes I would, I am different now, so please tell me what you are thinking.” He began kind of hesitantly and then continued to pour his heart out. We sat in a parking lot for a very long time and I listened and listened. Afterward he said, “You are different.” I was so happy and felt so serene. That was almost seven years ago, and our relationship has been wonderful ever since.

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I felt abandoned and frightened when my brother was born. When I was growing up, plotting ways to hurt him fueled my whole being. After all, he took mother’s attention away from me. I would start fights with him, and my mother would intervene and give out flour and sugar products to calm us down. This pattern set up many unconscious coping behaviors in my mind. What does this have to do with my current relationship with food?  Everything! During one of my AWOLs (a way we study and live the Twelve Steps in recovery), I found out that my

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Word Salad

I was chuckling to myself as I noticed how my vocabulary has changed since becoming abstinent.  Words that I normally used to describe or procure food now have a new meaning. I enjoy walking on crunchy leaves while wearing a sweater in the crisp autumn air, salty lips from an ocean mist in the summer, and a delicious fire on a cold winter night. My skin is creamy, my lipstick hues are hot, my new red convertible is spicy and the clothes in my wardrobe are flavorful and colorful now that my body is pint–sized instead of super–sized.  I contemplate

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Not Alone

I was finding myself thinking about food every time I drove home from work or from a meeting.  I would pass a fast-food place or a sugar and flour shop and start to think about what I would eat if I weren’t in Program. I wasn’t hungry and I wasn’t having a craving. I was just thinking about it. One night coming home from a meeting, I passed three fast-food places in a row, and I spent the entire time mentally making out my possible menu for each place. I realized what I was doing and began to talk to

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