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Bridge of Hope

My obsession with food made it impossible for me to think about anyone other than myself. I hated myself. I hated the way I ate, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about food.

Back to Basics

90 days. 3 months. 13 weeks. 129600 minutes. 270 meals. 39 meetings. The last 90 days have been a whirlwind. […]

Staying Afloat

I had been abstinent for sixty days in FA when my beloved younger brother was diagnosed with lymphoma. He hadn’t […]

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

When I walked through the doors of FA at 200 pounds on March 12, 2008, I expected to have some […]

Fifty and Free

I am of Italian descent and was born in America. I turned 50 years old in September. I have had […]

Money in the Bank

Several years ago, I suffered three concussions in a row. When the final one hit, it was as if my […]

My Decision to Leave

I came into FA at the age of 26, weighing 289 pounds (131 kg). I found out about the program […]

Colorful Life

When I walked into my first FA meeting, I didn’t know what to expect. Not only had I never been […]

Change Of Heart

I was extremely overweight from a very early age. My top weight was 306 pounds. I was full of fear, […]

Progress not Perfection

The trails around Stephens Lake switchback and intertwine. Each new vista opens up a tableau worthy of an oil painting. […]

From Cheerleader-Dating-the-Quarterback to Drinking and Smoking and Eating

Since age 14, I’ve gained and lost 20 to 25 pounds many times, always having a closet of clothes ranging […]

Not Alone

I was able to make it through my first Christmas holiday abstinently, but what was harder for me was the […]

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