There is a beast that dwells in my house. It is a foul beast – stench hovers about it, a cloud of rot that coats and clings stubbornly to every surface it touches. It is cruel and humorless – it exacts terrible revenge for each perceived slight and imagined transgression. Its weapons are infinite; an […]
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High Courage
The morning of my most recent CPA exam, I woke calm and grateful. After delivering my son to school, I went to the riverfront to jog and practice yoga, thus clearing my mind in order to connect with my Higher Power and remain calm during the test. While jogging, I saw the tanker High Courage […]
Hello, 5th Step. Hello, God. Hello, Me.
Thank you, God. I know You better now. I know better the me as You meant me to be for so long. The me You crafted with love and light. The me free from the toxic obsession with food and body. I better know how to live life – with love, honesty, consideration and tolerance. […]
Complete Abstinence
What is complete abstinence? It is zero slips. It is the act of refraining from my trigger food behaviors and trigger foods 100% of the time. I have had complete abstinence for the past few weeks, and I am working the steps ‘like my hair is on fire’. I had countless slips and relapses in […]
Hooked
pleasure masked danger. tasty tidbits floated before me, to and fro with the ebb of the sea. innocently, I ate and at once knew fulfillment. my first true friend. food filled me and comforted me during the chaos of childhood. Dad on drugs? Mom missing in a fog of depression, medicating with food? it’s ok. […]
A Recovery Tale
Once, there was a Being, our Friend, shining brightly. It frolicked and played, reveled and mourned. It lived – pulsing light from its Inner Source. Somehow, someway, sometime, our Friend, became disguised, distorted and full of despair. How? Our Friend found a fountain burbling and others playing in the cascades and pools. As our Friend […]
life lived with color
denial is a bully, an instinctual artist born of fear and anger. eight-limbed, forty fingered, it uses its palette of extremes to blind us to our true selves. black and white, is or is not, truth or lies, light or dark, never room for the slow birth of dawn or the gradual goodbye of dusk. […]
