The topic today comes from the AA Big Book, page 30. It said:
"Most of us have been unwilling to admit we were real (compulsive overeaters). No person likes to think he is bodily and mentally different from his fellows."
My family used to think it was "cute" when I went to a restaurant and ordered 4 hamburgers at the age of 7. I would be quietly scolded about the 6 grilled cheese sandwiches on my plate at night but hey, mom kept on making them. Now, when my husband and I finally got together, I started to maybe see what was happening, but boy did I deny it to him and to me! He would ask me about how much food I was consuming and I would literally scream at him that it was my business and not his and not to worry about it. I would make up things like that he didn't care anyway, so why ask me, etc. Ugh! My poor husband!
It's funny that once I admitted that I have a problem with food, I became willing to tell everyone I came into contact with. Some people think I am crazy because I don't look extremely overweight and others just treated me like compulsive overeating is no big deal. Well, maybe not to them, but to those of us with compulsions…ha! It was the most important thing in my life when I was completely into the disease and now recovery is the most important thing in my life.
Until tomorrow ~
I'm Kim