I had been waiting to “eat for two” since I was a little girl.  I thought that pregnancy would be the time in my life when I could eat with reckless abandon, in front of the world, without fear of judgment. This was one of many “great” ideas that floated through my diseased brain. I have maintained almost three years of abstinence, and a life I did not think was possible, thanks to my Higher Power, my sponsor, Program disciplines, and FA fellows. When I first entered Program, I was not only overweight, but also desperate for a solution to

After months of battling with my parents, trying to “case manage” their health and welfare needs, Adult Protective Services had to be called in. We had begun to notice that my father could not function on his own and my mother was starving because he was not feeding her and was denying her health care. My sick and depressed mother was removed from her home. My stress level was unimaginable, as I tried to work and take care of my parents. My program came first though, even when it seemed like an impossible burden to go to AOWLs and weigh,

For about six weeks before I found FA, I attended a weekly meeting for a Twelve-Step program geared toward those with dysfunctional families. I was in graduate school at the time, and a close classmate asked if I would join her at the meetings. Repeatedly during the meetings, others would mention attending different Twelve-Step programs like Alcoholics Anonymous or Narcotics Anonymous. These comments started the wheels turning in my head. One night after a meeting, my friend and I were sitting in a coffee shop, and I asked her “Do you think you’re an addict?” “I think I dabble in