I am 36 and have been bingeing and purging for 18 years. My life was a confusing mess, and I occasionally landed in jails and in mental hospitals. I would not leave my house unless I was eating or was on meds or drugs, which is why I had originally asked a sponsor for help. I had a lot of breaks at first, but I just kept making my calls, going to meetings, and doing all that was suggested. One day, my sponsor suggested that I try a new supermarket. I started to experience fear and worry. I was worried it would be too expensive, although my sponsor thought that it actually might be less expensive than the store I had been going to, with nicer quality food. I was also scared because there are stylish, trendy people at that store, and I was concerned that I would feel “less than.”... Continue Reading
Then… When I was a kid growing up in my food addiction, summertime meant a lot of unstructured time to do whatever I wanted. I would always take at least one trip a day to the corner store to get my food goods (mainly sugar and flour). I rode my bike a lot in those days, took many ballet classes, and swam. I burned a lot of the calories I was eating and didn’t think much about the effects that food was having on me. I was a chunky kid, but I was still having fun with friends. As I got a little older, I was less active, and my eating became more ferocious. I went to summer ballet camps, but every time I had a break from a dance class, I would go home and eat bowls of sugar and flour in front of the TV. When I got a stress... Continue Reading
From the first day of honest and committed abstinence, I have had the gift of waking up without shame for my actions of the day and night before. I used to walk around with constant shame for the secret life I had with food, hidden from the people who knew me. I was not a social eater. In public, I chose diet-type foods, and prided myself for my reputation of not eating sugar and of having vegetables and the “will power” to maintain my normal weight. But alone in the evening, all bets were off, and I dove into sugar and flour with abandon. I used bulimia, exercise, and chewing and spitting out food to keep the weight off. My eating was like that of a hungry animal, voracious and rushed. I would read or watch TV shows while I binged—I did not want to be conscious. A therapist (I... Continue Reading
I was 21, bulimic, and beaten by food, but not beaten quite enough to be willing to take suggestions from a sponsor, or anyone else for that matter. I had been “in” the Overeater’s Anonymous (OA) 90-Day program in Boston in the late 80s. I spent three years fighting and, not surprisingly, I continued to binge and purge on a daily basis. I came into FA after struggling with the food for another six years. I do have to say that I had several breaks in the first four years of FA, so I experienced the first 90 days multiple times. I was quite willing in many ways. I got up much earlier than I was used to, called my sponsor on time, followed my food plan and suggested meal times, and drove an hour to the only FA meeting in my area. But unfortunately, I still held onto some... Continue Reading
I couldn’t stop. Mind you, I thought I could. I would get a few days, even weeks of abstinence—not surrendered abstinence, but I would get excited and hopeful, telling you how much better it was this time, how this was it. I was done with the food. I would have some revelation from the last binge that I was sure would break through my pattern. Now I was ready to stay abstinent, no matter what. This conviction lasted until some feeling came up that I was convinced I could not live through, and perhaps more honestly, did not want to live through. Loneliness, fear, insecurity, doubt, any or all could feel overwhelming. I would rush to the store for my familiar binge foods. I would chew and spit out the foods, not swallowing, but chewing and tasting, in denial that it was “so bad,” because my weight did not change... Continue Reading
