Stories of Recovery


These stories were originally published in the Connection, FA's monthly magazine written by food addicts, for food addicts. Each post shares a different author's perspective. Visit this page often to read more experience, strength, and hope about recovery in FA. To get the newest issue of Connection Magazine sent directly to your mailbox or inbox, click here to subscribe to the Connection.

Promises, Promises

I was enjoying a peaceful morning. I took my sponsee calls and sat down to enjoy my breakfast, when a text from my assistant came in. Her son was sick, and she had to take the day off to take care of him. I lost it! I am an activities director in a nursing home, so when my assistant is out, I have to take on all of the activities for the day. This was the first day I was going to have a day to myself in the office to do paperwork and get caught up from being out of for ten days on business and personal travel. That day (of course) was a big cultural celebration day with extra activities (and food) to celebrate the Chinese New Year. I had all sorts of unfriendly thoughts going through my mind. I could feel that I was either going to... Continue Reading

 


 

FA First? What?

I am a pastor’s wife. I am a food addict. When I first walked into the meeting room in the basement of our local hospital, I was very suspicious. I knew nothing about FA, except what I could glean from a connection magazine I found in a doctor’s waiting room. I had figured out it was a program for food addicts, and that food and flour were not eaten. I arrived at my first meeting half an hour late. There were only three people in the room and it felt immensely awkward. I had so many questions and  was so thankful for the break, because  all the people in the room turned towards me, introduced themselves, and started answering all my questions. They gave me pamphlets and telephone numbers. I took all the information home, read it that night, and within three days, decided that FA was not for me.... Continue Reading

 


 

A Second Chance

I wanted to be “normal” in my eating. Why should it be a problem when I ate pretty much what I wanted throughout my teenage and early adult years? I may have had some heavy weight gain here and there, but never serious enough to consider my eating a problem. I just needed to back away from the table. I remember my prayer to God after I was so through with myself for not keeping the weight off. At one point, I weighed 230 pounds. I fasted (not eating anything) for one full day, prayed, and turned it over to God. Then I attended my first FA meeting. I was ready to start that night. There was nobody available to sponsor, so the friend who brought me told me she would talk to her sponsor about sponsoring me. I got her phone number, went to the store, and began my... Continue Reading

 


 

My Last Binge

The day before I came into program, I had gone to the store after work with the intention of buying something from the bakery that I had been obsessing about. I had been face down in the food for several weeks, and my weight was at an all-time high of 163. I never allowed myself to eat whatever I wanted, but lately I couldn’t stop myself and was feeling disgusted with my behavior and my appearance. I was bloated and felt uncomfortable in my skin, and my clothing didn’t fit well. I felt very depressed and knew that I should try FA, but I was going to have one last food binge. They were out of the bakery item I wanted, so I was prowling the aisles to find something that would satisfy my cravings for sweets, when I saw that the “day old” bags contained many items, including the... Continue Reading

 


 

Miracle Freedom

I’m a 23-year old food addict living in Costa Rica and have been interested in food as long as I can remember.  Some of my earliest memories are of me trying to sneak food behind my mothers back, and some of my earliest resentments are against my mother for not letting me eat everything I wanted. I was born in California, but my family moved to Costa Rica almost 11 years ago so my mom could go back to school. I didn’t really have a stable upbringing, but the move my parents’ country of origin brought a whole new dimension of instability. I didn’t know the language too well, and I wasn’t very attractive at that time, so the kids didn’t really feel a need to be nice to me. I had a hard time in high school, and food was my main outlet. There was an abundance of bakeries... Continue Reading