It was ten days before Christmas and packages from friends and family started to arrive at our doorstep. All of the return addresses look familiar, including Amazon. As the days went by, a package arrived with a Woburn, MA return address. I didn’t recognize the name or the address. I started getting curious and excited by the prospect of a surprise gift from someone. “Don’t open until Christmas,” I told myself.  I asked my family if they have ordered something for me from this address. They replied either “no,” or they “can’t recall,” because they have been sending and ordering

I put in a FA CD and heard a woman talk about exercising. I thought about how, when my children were young, I couldn’t do activities that my family wanted to do. The woman on the CD related how she exercised because she enjoyed it. She didn’t do it for the usual food addict’s reasons: because she ate too much and had to work it off or as an excuse to eat more. I was 52 years old, 100 pounds overweight, and so unhappy with my life. I had tried dozens of diets and gimmicks. Some worked for a short

When I walked into my first FA meeting, I didn’t know what to expect. Not only had I never been to a 12 step meeting before, I didn’t even know anyone in a 12 step program. It was a Sunday morning, I was 22 years old, and a girl my age was leading the meeting. A few people stood up and said they were available to sponsor. I figured that if I was desperate enough to get myself out of bed at 7 o’clock on a Sunday morning, then I might as well go ahead and ask one of these