Hello to all ... my name is P and I am a grateful recovering food addict and your Step 2 leader for this week.

I want to start off by saying thank you to all the WTS trusted servants. They have worked tirelessly to get this thing of ours off the ground. With his clear, insightful, and inspiring Step 1 discussions, our step one leader gave us an awe-inspiring basis for the rest of us who will follow. And the WTS trusted servants have offered fun, (abstinent) food for thought and much love and joy in the process.

Before I begin my comments on Step 2, I want to offer some of my "qualification" for membership in OA.

I crawled into OA 8 l/2 years ago. I was a physical wreck, at 5' weighing 179 pounds. 8 weeks before I had given birth to twins (and had weighed 225 on their birthday). My doctors all warned me that I was an A-1 candidate for middle-age onset diabetes (and several other physical ailments) because of my weight.

I was 33 and had spent the better part of 21 years running, ducking, hiding, and waging warfare on my weight. I had tried most every diet I could think of (I didn't do liquid fasts because they were "unhealthy"). I had supported bookstores and authors and magazines and Weight Watchers and exercise places. By the time I finally came into the rooms, I was bingeing every 5 minutes ... the mere thought of an empty mouth sent me reeling.

I despised myself. I once heard a 100 lb. "loser" tell my story: I hated being in my own skin. I was an emotional porcupine. I lived a life of fear, self-loathing, self-pity, anger, rage, more fear, etc., etc. ... You get the point.

If *I* wasn't in charge of the universe, then I couldn't tell you who was. Sure wasn't God ... God had abandoned me years before. After all, I had prayed to be kept from eating and I had prayed to lose weight. And God hadn't seen fit to help me. I was "out there" on my own, left to struggle as best as I could. "All the cosmic power in the universe" ... that described me. I had power: to kill my grandmother in a car crash, when I wasn't even in the car (at the tender age of 12) ... all because I hadn't said "drive carefully."

I hated myself and the world ... and I believed that the world hated me right back. I feared everyone and everything and saw doom and gloom no matter where I turned. I was the world's doormat and victim, and the world was delighted to treat me as such.

Then came the beginning of the miracle. Today I am 4 years abstinent ODAAT. I weigh about 125. I've had the same clothes for several years. I go to HP (I call it God -- more about that later!) for EVERYTHING. A chronic nailbiter for most of my life, I stopped biting my nails one day about 6 years ago ... all because I asked God to help me. 6 years ago I made a decision to work towards a new career ... which I now have by the grace of God and the power of this program. My family life is a miracle ... I have many friends ... and there are actually days (several in a row, even) when I don't feel self-loathing, fear, rage or like a victim or a doormat.

Today I am happy.

And now on to Step 2.

Dear WTS Friends,

Here is your assignment for Step Two, Part Two.

Please continue reading Chapter Two of the 12&12, attend a meeting and commit to doing the footwork necessary to complete all of these 12 Steps you will be presented with over the next 12 weeks. Please listen to this "For Today" reading about footwork. Start realizing that things we once procrastinated about or thought were impossible would become easier.

To recap: (Resources to help with these are linked and accessed by clicking.)
1. Continue reading Chapter Two of the 12&12.
2. Attend an Online or Face-to-face Overeaters Anonymous Meeting.
3. List to this audio about footwork, procrastination and action.
4. If time, review Step Two, Part One.

Love in recovery,
Mari

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Dear WTS Friends,

Here is your assignment for Step Two, Part Three.

1. Continue reading Chapter Two of the 12&12.
2. Attend an Online or Face-to-face Overeaters Anonymous Meeting.
3. Read Penny's Share below and respond to the questions.
4. Prepare to work Step Two by reflecting on this meditation.

Hi, I'm P, a grateful recovering food addict.

God? Who said anything about God?

My path to an understanding of God that I could live with as my Power greater than myself is pretty convoluted.

When I first heard about this Power greater than myself thing, I figured, "no sweat ... I believe in God." But when I was asked to explain what my concept of a HP was, I became terribly confused.

When I really looked at it, God had blue eyes and blond hair and looked an awful lot like my mother. She had been my Higher Power through my entire life to that point (I was 33). I had given myself -- body and soul -- to her, to making her happy, to appeasing her, to placating her ... and she had failed me. And if *she* were my HP, then how could there be a HP who could/would do anything for me?

And I looked again, and came up with a powerful teacher ... who had also failed me. And if *she* were my HP, then how could there be a HP who could/would do anything for me?

And I kept looking and I kept coming up with people ... who had failed me. And I felt so frightened because maybe there wasn't a Power greater than myself that could or would do anything for me.

And then I thought about all the times I had gone to "God." God was primitive, capricious, vindictive, negotiating and bargaining ... that's how I related to God. Well, a God who would pull the carpet out from under my feet was not something that was going to do anything for me.

When I came into OA, I heard people share about going through crises that made my life look tame. And they were abstinent. And they talked about God as their Power greater than themselves. I heard these people talk about going to church and finding God. And I thought they meant Jesus. And I was (still am) Jewish, and I felt threatened and attacked and less-than, and I walked around with a chip on my shoulder the size of a 2X4. I thought they were saying that I had to believe in Jesus in order to have a HP.

It says in the AA 12&12 that I could relax ... that "the hoop I had to jump through was wider than I thought." It said that I could take step 2 piecemeal and not swallow the whole thing at once. It said somewhere that "faith as small as a mustard seed" could do miracles.

So I slowed down and began to relax.

I *had* believed in a Power greater than myself, it was just that these Powers had been human. Was I willing to move away from the physical to a spiritual plane? That scared me a lot. How could I trust something that I didn't see, didn't experience in physical form?

In the literature I read about having faith in lots of things I didn't see: electricity, radio waves, TV waves, that the sun would come up in the morning and the moon would come out at night, etc. That made sense to me.

I *had* believed that there was a God, it was just that my understanding had been deformed and stunted and immature and primitive. Was I willing to move away from this to an understanding of a God that was healthy and loving and mature? That scared me, too.

I started to do some exploration of God in the literature of my religion, and I soon discovered that there were wise men and women of my religion who explained God in a loving way, and I felt at peace.

I learned that God speaks to me through people and places and things ... and every so often, I needed to see God/HP as working through the collective power of the group: people who had found a solution to life's problems and clearly knew more than I did about how to redirect my thinking. My sponsor knew more than I did ... and I became willing to listen to her wisdom without making her a godlet.

Although this is not my own experience, I know many people who choose *not* to call their Higher Power God. They see their Higher Powers in terms of exactly that: a spiritual being that cannot be named but exists nonetheless. It makes no difference ... a Higher Power is a Higher Power, no matter what you call it.

Today, I have a firm faith in a Power greater than myself. I call it God.

Some thoughts for consideration:

1a. Write your current understanding of a Power greater than yourself.

1b. Is this understanding working for you?

1c. Are you willing to rethink your understanding of a Power greater than yourself?

2. Write a "want-ad" for a Power greater than yourself.

3. Write a "job description" for a Higher Power.

4. "The hoop you have to jump through is wider than you think." Explain this.

5. "Faith as small as a mustard seed works miracles." Explain this.

6. How can we use the power of our OA group or OA as a whole as a Power greater than ourselves?


Next time: I'm perfectly sane. (not)

Love and blessings ... P

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I'm P, a grateful, recovering food addict.

"Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity."

Insane? I just eat too much. (Not)

My daughter still talks about the day I banged down a bottle of soda into the sink, and it (the bottle) exploded, and I sat on the kitchen steps sobbing uncontrollably.

Then there was the day that I got so enraged that I hadn't done something (responded on time to an invitation) that I punched the wall of our apartment and watched in horror as the nails popped out up and down the wall.

Or the times when I looked at myself (waist up) in the mirror and became so enraged at myself that I punched myself in the stomach.

Or the times I would take food frozen from the freezer and try to eat it. Or throw food into the garbage, cover it up, and then retrieve it and eat it. Or scoop handfuls of food and stuff them into my mouth. Or spend a day fasting (for religious purposes) only to come home and eat pounds and pounds of candy.

Or the time I went to a nutritionist (paying lots of money), hoping she would put me on the diet that would work, going back to her each week, gaining weight steadily, and bald-faced lying about what I had eaten. It got to the point where I honestly believed that I HADN'T eaten anything not on the list. I truly believed I had just eaten what I had been told to.

On a more "civilized" note: I've heard that one definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results." God knows how many times I went on this or that diet ... or food plan ... or joined an exercise club ... or swore off this or that food ... and honestly, each time **I REALLY MEANT IT. ** **THIS TIME*** it would be different ... **THIS TIME** I'd really do it right... **THIS TIME** I'd lose the weight and never put it back on.

I also heard (somewhere) that rationalization is a pretty word for making excuses for unacceptable behavior, and this is in itself a form of insanity.

Then there's the more subtle insanity of seeing the world through fog-colored glasses, where I am the perpetual victim and doormat, where my attitudes cause emotions, and these emotions take on a reality of their own (despite what is truly *real*) and cause behaviors that are bizarre, alienating, frightening, and socially unacceptable. For instance, I feel disappointment ... and I become the disappointment (and I act out in order to "prove" that I am not a disappointment). I feel threatened ... and I believe I am honestly being threatened (and I act out in order to "protect" myself).

As a concrete example, I used to fancy myself an opera singer (nothing too grandiose, he?). I was going to be in a production (less-than amateur status) of something or other in New York, and I got it into my head that the director hated me and was trying to destroy my voice by making suggestions of how I should sing. Well, I was going to show him: because of *his* suggestions, I "lost" my voice and couldn't sing the performance. Funny how I was so much better the next day in the shower. Huh.

And here I thought I just needed to lose some weight :)

Some thoughts for consideration:

1. What are some of the irrational behaviors I have done with food?

2. What are some of the irrational behaviors I have done other than with food?

3. How have my attitudes caused me to behave in irrational ways?

4. How have my emotions caused me to behave in irrational ways?

5. How have my irrational attitudes caused harm in relationships: in my work, in my social world, etc.?

Hang on, folks, we're going to be RESTORED to sanity!

Blessings to all ... P

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Dear WTS Members,

This will be the final assignment for Step Two. On Monday we will begin Step Three.

Here is your assignment for Step Two, Part Five.

1. Please finish reading Chapter Two of the Overeaters Anonymous 12&12. (Please click ~ this book will be useful for the entire study)
2. Attend an Online or Face-to-face Overeaters Anonymous Meeting. (Click to find your way to the meeting)
3. Review Steps One and Two.
4. Read Penny's Share below and respond to the questions.

Caveat: What follows is *my* understanding of Step 2. I speak only for myself and not for anyone else or OA as a whole. Please remember that while OA cherishes anonymity, cyberspace is not an anonymous venue. If you wouldn't want it put on the front page of the New York Times, you might reconsider sharing it in cyberspace. Even at IRL (in real-life) meetings, we encourage members to "share in a **general** way what we were like, what happened, and what we are like now." We encourage members to share the more specific details of their past and their recoveries PRIVATELY with a sponsor.

I also want to thank you for allowing me to be your "leader" for Step Two. I have grown from my own experience of sharing on Step 2 and from reading *your* shares as well. Thank you, too, Mari and the WTS trusted servant group, for all your support and encouragement.

As we come to end of our Step 2 journey, at least this go-round, I think it's appropriate to share how I use Step 2 and how Step 2 works in my life on a daily basis.

Step 2 moves me on a daily basis from a self-centered, frightened little girl to a self-centered, frightened little girl with a grownup woman taking care of that little girl with the help of a Higher Power's love and strength. When I am feeling frantically fearful or shaken up, I have a place to go for help ... and I am almost never failed or forsaken. Whether my insanity has to do with food or the way I interact with others or myself, there's God, always waiting for me to acknowledge my own limitations and ask for help.

For today, the presence of God is the single most important fact in my life. For today, I approach life with humility: not humiliation, not behaving like the doormat, but with humility: the attitude that I am teachable, a peaceful awareness of my place in the universe (neither above nor below anyone), an awareness of my own God-given unique qualities, given to me because I am a unique creation of God. For today, I no longer have to compete with anyone for the air I breathe or the room my body takes up (nor do I have to apologize to anyone for either thing).

For today, I am open to the possibility (more likely, the probability) that I don't know everything about anything and that there is a Power greater than myself (sometimes transcendent, sometimes internal) that is the Source for all my knowledge, insight, creativity, etc.

For today, I can let go of the idea that I have to be in charge of the universe ... much less my own self.

For today, I can let go of the beliefs that my insane and destructive attitudes need to be my reality or that my behavior can be rationalized or that I am doomed to a life of fear and misery.

I don't always get it perfectly, so I have a sponsor and a therapist to remind me that I'm not God and that maybe I need to relook at Step 2. The real glory of this Step (which I don't need to do perfectly to have miracles happen in my life) is that it says specifically "can restore me to sanity." To me this means that I might go off the wall from time to time ... and that's just a fact of life, nothing to be ashamed of. I might want to eat, I might want to rip someone's head off, I might want to throw a plate or have a temper tantrum. This happens. The wonderful news is that I don't have to give in to these temptations and that the temptations will pass because I can be "restored to sanity."

I have a "ritual" that I use to help me act out my Step 2 surrender. When I am feeling frantic or crazy or whatever, I go up to my bedroom. I get down on my knees (not to pray, because I don't get on my knees to pray, but because it's easier to reach my bed!) and put my head on my bed and relax. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. "God, there's gotta be a better way."

I've heard it said:

I came ... I bring my physical self to meetings, to OA literature, to prayer, to the telephone, to my sponsor, to a pen or a pencil.

I came "to" ... I become aware of reality, my own limitations and the possibilities for recovery.

I came to believe ... on a daily basis, even with doubts and questions.

I feel the presence of God ... and I feel calmer and stronger and able to take on my day. But that's moving me into Step 3 ...

Some thoughts for discussion:

1. What are your hopes for Step 2?
2. How do *you* work Step 2 in your daily life?



Blessings to all ... P

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