I had an experience that reinforced the fact that I am a food addict. I was talking with a close friend about a traumatic problem in her family. It was upsetting for her and for me. I felt powerless to say or do anything that would help the situation. The words came out of my mouth, “let’s go out to dinner!” It was just so clear that food would fix everything. The restaurant I suggested would be easy to get my abstinent food. The problem was: 1) It wasn’t what I had put on my food plan, 2) I wasn’t sure I would be willing to use my scale, and most importantly, 3) The fact that my first instinct was to “eat” was very telling. Why wasn’t my first instinct to pray? Yep—I have not been in recovery.
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