One by one, others stood and related their struggles. At first, I told myself they were crazy. Food was the center of their life. I wasn’t like that. But the longer I sat there, the more I realized that although I’d never thought food controlled me, I definitely wasn’t in control of it. And so, when new people were asked to introduce themselves, I found myself standing and saying, voice trembling, “My name is Taffy, and I’m a compulsive eater.” …
I quit my 12-step program because I’d finally found something more crucial than my weight: the confidence of knowing that I wouldn’t let a number on the scale or a bowl of pasta bring me to my knees again. Nor would I let anyone tell me what I was or what I needed—I had the program to thank for that.
Confessions of a food addict
April 10, 2013 by Beth@WeightMaven