“Call people I don’t know on the telephone? What will I ever talk about?” These questions rumbled through my mind when my first sponsor in 1988 told me to make three phone calls a day. At 210 pounds, I desperately wanted to be free of the discomfort and emotional pain. I was carrying over eighty pounds too much on my 5’4,” forty-three year-old frame. I felt miserable! I willingly did whatever that wonderful lady told me to do. I checked off each tool every day as I accomplished it to make sure I covered all my bases. The tool of

My life had become so small. I wasn’t married, had no children, and lived with my sister. After many years of living with depression and fibromyalgia, my life had been reduced to reading, sleeping, watching TV, and of course, eating—eating for every emotional reason available: good, bad, and indifferent. I was a slug. I was tired of being me…bored, boring, and fat, I talked my sister into going to an FA meeting with me. I didn’t know anything about FA except that it was a Twelve-Step program that incorporated a “Higher Power.” My sister said it might be a no