After seeing the film "28 Days," in which Sandra Bullock plays a journalist who ends up in rehab after a drunk-driving incident. People attain progress in so many different ways.
Nor do I wish to criticize victims of alcoholism, drug addiction or binge eating or imply a blanket stereotype of “addict behavior.” Not everyone who abuses substances is a thief, nor does every thief suffer from addiction.
Īll kidding aside, I don’t want to undermine the success of 12-step programs and the thousands of former addicts who have benefited from their resourcefulness. For letting me get to the point where I have a double chin, love handles and enough poundage to warrant a knee replacement before I turn 50. As for “taking a painless inventory,” or “making amends to whom I have harmed …” all that mumbo-jumbo in the program books, I just need to stop eating crap before I get diabetes or die. The only one I really need to apologize to is myself. I hope that my G-d has better things to do - maybe focus on eliminating COVID-19 or end poverty - than bar me from entering Boston Market on a daily basis. But I don’t see the point in asking G-d to remove this obsession. Yes, I’m powerless over food because I like it so much!! I definitely salivate when I see sweet potato casserole. While I relished the group meetings and related to food “addicts, I couldn’t identify with many of the core concepts of the 12-step rational. But I don’t have a history of conduct that would suggest character flaws or needs to make amends. I am contrite for occasionally making too much noise in my apartment or having a bitter word with my landlord. I regret not being compassionate to everyone I meet or sometimes being curt with my parents or my customers on the phone. I wish I had been kinder to my classmates when I was in high school. I definitely have strengths and weaknesses, like everyone. Overeaters Anonymous did not solve my problem because there was no need to fix me. How can you be fully aware of what’s going on when you have a hamburger in your right hand and a milkshake in your left? One could be so consumed by the fast food burger in hand that you overlook the kid on his skateboard or the elderly woman ambling across the street. Driving under the Food Influence, but I know that’s legitimate. I’ve never gotten a DUFI (yes, you read that correctly). There’s no pretty name for someone who sits down with a loaf of bread and butter every night or frequents the McDonald’s drive thru for their evening meal of five Big Macs, four large french fries, three milkshakes and a diet Coke to wash it down. However, it did clue me in that my obsession with food was really not about what I put in my mouth so much as what I was grappling with prior to eating. Addict. It didn’t work or result in my wearing a bikini and winning the “Miss Massachusetts” contest. I joined a 12-step program, Overeaters Anonymous, to treat my food addiction. Throughout secondary schools in Connecticut, then University of Saint Joseph in West Hartford and eventually Clark University, I never cheated on a test or paper. Or punishment.īy 11 years old, I had a conscience bigger than my 4’10, 100-pound frame. Two days later, I sheepishly returned the 35-cent pouch without prompting from my parents. The only and last time I stole was in 1984, when I lifted a $0.35 pouch of Big League Chew from Gilbert’s Pharmacy in New Haven, Connecticut. Or engage in behavior that overtly reveals my inadequacies.
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