Read Step Two in the OA 12&12, especially pages 9-11. How did I know that my eating was out of control?I knew my eating was out of control:
- when I was about 9 or 10 and I asked the family doctor about the size of my thighs but really I wanted to know why I was sneak-eating entire packages of soda crackers
- when I would buy three or four ice cream sandwiches for lunch in middle school
- when I would get up before everyone else and make two batches of buttered popcorn for my breakfast in middle school
- when I would constantly portion the food in the bowls at the family dinner table to make sure I didn't take too much
- with the benefit of hindsight: when I didn't question why I felt hungry all the time despite eating
- when I was about 23 and my weight hit 180 lbs for the first time
- when I was about 24 and I had to get a "plus-sized" top for the first time
- when I was 25 and the dressmaker had to remake the sleeves on my bride's-maid dress because my upper arms were so round, I couldn't get into the size 18 dress properly
- when I have eaten food that was burnt
- when I was a child and I snuck repeatedly into the freezer to eat food that was frozen with my Mom knowing (she must have?)
- when I have eaten food I have dropped on the floor
- when I drove around in circles, lost, looking for fast food in the middle of the night in a strange city
- when I wouldn't pack for a visit to my parents' home without stocking my suitcase with chocolate bars
- when I would sneak more than my share of treats from the office break room
- when I would put the wrong code on the bulk food candy to reduce the price per pound (stealing)
- when I continued to over eat as my weight ballooned up to 325
- when I continued to over eat after spending countless hours and thousands of dollars to get my weight down to 244, only to go back up to 294
- when stretch marks first started to appear on my tummy, thighs, breasts, upper arms
- when I developed sleep apnea
- when I avoid social gatherings and stay home to binge instead
- when I tried a naturopathic doctor's cure only to develop an irregular heart beat and then realize the substance he prescribed was banned in the United States
- when I felt humiliated at Weight Watchers at failing, over and over
- when I would go shopping at night when there were fewer people to see what I put in my cart
- when I would eat until I was ill or physically so uncomfortable I felt ill
- when I felt suicidal over my weight, my appearance, my lack of social life
- when I became celibate for 20 years because I didn't want anyone to see me naked
- when I continued to suffer, more and more, but thought bingeing made me feel better
- when I worked hard all day and then ate hard all night
- when I lived in fear and anxiety instead of peace and contentment
- when I left the curtains drawn, stopped answering the phone and hid
- when I stopped opening my mail and hibernated
- when I smiled and agreed with other people when I really wanted to say no
- when I accepted abuse in my relationships because I didn't think I deserved any better or could find anyone better
- when I focused on other people's problems and fixed them, leaving my own unattended to
- when I over reacted to tiny things, leaving big things undone
- when I let my house get so messy, it was not functional or even hygienic
- when I was obsessively "busy" but got little done
- when I would collapse sick after a period of heavy work or family time
- when I realized I was depressed and did nothing about it for about a decade
- when I avoid new things because I'm too fat, too uncoordinated, will look stupid, won't be good at
- when I left a yoga class weeping because I was simply too fat to do the movement so I went to the store and binged
- when I paid for a gym membership each month at two different gyms for years and used it maybe 10 times
- when I signed up for a pilates class and didn't attend even one session
- when the personal trainer I hired quit and I assumed it was because I was too fat to work with
- when a family friend made the mistake of assuming I was the pregnant one when I was standing beside my six-month pregnant cousin
- when I had to wear black pajama bottoms to the gym at first because no exercise wear was made in my size
- ...
Blessed be.
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