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 Coming True

Poor me! A disagreement with my husband and with a daughter who didn’t want to talk decimated my serenity that morning. Negative babbling clattered around in my brain. I’m incapable of having a good relationship. I’ll never learn how to talk to people. I’m just too stupid. THEN, my cell phone signaled arrival of a text. I frowned at the sender—my sister. My stomach clenched. After not hearing from her in over three years, what could she want now? I gingerly read her message. She wanted to know what became of our mother’s pearl necklace and opal ring.  Oh, and how about the other jewelry you promised to share after Mother died? Mother had been gone nearly sixteen years. Why the sudden interest in her jewelry? Was my sister accusing me of selling valuable jewelry? I fired off an indignant text. There wasn’t any jewelry. That angry reaction triggered a... Continue Reading



Fired Up

I am working my way through an AWOL (a study of the 12 steps), and a few weeks ago on a Friday night, I did Step Five for the first time. That’s where we share with our sponsors our part in the things that have happened in our lives. When we were done, I immediately felt a lightness in my chest. It had been suggested not to have too high of expectations of Step Five, so I really did not predict that, especially as I found writing my inventory in Step Four difficult at times and felt “off the beam.” The next morning I knew three things. First, the lightness continued. Second, I felt closer to God and third, I felt I had grown up somewhat. My sponsor agreed that he had seen me taking responsibility for some things I had not previously. These three changes have remained. Just a... Continue Reading



Mission Accomplished

A few years ago, I had experienced multiple issues with my laptop and phone, which were quite confusing. I had been trying, unsuccessfully, to get the FA mp3s from my laptop onto my phone. Being in FA, I am continually reminded that it’s healthy to ask for help.  I’ve learned that if I can ask for help with my food in the form of quantity and type, etc., then I can also choose to ask for help in all other areas of my life. I found myself at the Apple Store in the mall.  My food addict insecurity blossomed and the thoughts in my head were saying things like I’m too drab, too poor, too unsophisticated to be here, and so on.  I responded with the FA truism, “I am enough, I have enough, I do enough.” I prayed that God would help me to relax. After all, I was... Continue Reading



Breaking Down Barriers

In early recovery I was told, “This program is portable and can be worked under all conditions.” Fortunately, that has been my experience. This is my second time in FA. I was in for about a year about 10 years ago, where I was able to attend meetings. I struggled with the program and getting time up, trying to put FA on top of my “busy” life. I moved, where there are no meetings and left the program, doubting whether it was possible for me to get abstinent without meetings anyway. The “gift of desperation” brought me back four years later. Since that first day, through God’s grace and the tools of this program, I’ve not needed to pick up the food, one day at a time. I believe this is largely due to the enormous support this program offers including outreach calls, the audio recordings on CDs and downloads,... Continue Reading



Made Willing

Today, I know I’ve discovered a miracle. I didn’t come to FA for that reason, but amazing things happened when I became willing. I came to this program because I was fat. I finally became willing during the period between my two children’s weddings. I had been “dieting” for a nearly a year, unable to lose the 10-15 pounds (4.5-6.8 k) needed to fit into an already-purchased dress for my daughter’s wedding (the second of the two). At my son’s wedding, I had still been hovering a few pounds over 200 (90.7 k) and had had to buy a dress in a size I’d hoped to never see again. That size represented the shame associated with my weight. “Here I am again, unable to get it together, even for something as important as my son’s wedding.” Every day when I got up, I had to face the dress for my... Continue Reading