I came to my first OA meeting in January 2008. I was obese, angry, unhappy, and scared. My father was abusive, my mother was morbidly obese, and our family dynamics were based more on criticism than acceptance. 354 more words
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I have been thinking about how profficient I was at feeling bad, and how I am now learning to feel good.
My food compulsion started at age 7, which is when the worrying began as well as before-school stomachaches, bad dreams, fear at bedtime, and the chameleon-like behavior I developed to deal with people who were different from me or with whom I didn’t feel safe. 378 more words
Peggy(mom) : While taking care of my mom, I fell off the wagon and into a one and a half year relapse. This meant that instead of following my sugar-free/gluten free very measured meal plan, I was bingeing on anything that wasn’t nailed to the floor. 1,095 more words
Enthusiasm, the quality of being filled with my Higher Power’s presence, reminds me that I always have a choice.
A recent deep freeze in my part of the United States seemed to limit my choices; I couldn’t get my truck out of a snowbank to get to my weekly face-to-face OA meeting. 193 more words