One Day At A Time

August 4, 2014
OTHERS


“In the deepest part of a compulsive eater’s soul …
is the realization that recovery begins when we find one another.”
Anonymous

Growing up in the deep South in the 1950′s, I witnessed things I never dreamed could happen. It taught me lessons I have never forgotten. Little did I think that someone like me could ever be discriminated against. After all, I was the right color, the right size, the right religion and lived on the right side of town.

Messages began to be taped early on in that little girl’s brain … into the psyche of that teenager who worked so hard to achieve … and into the young woman who had the world by the tail. In adulthood those messages began to play … and food made the messages easier to hear. So began the life of a compulsive eater. So began discrimination because of my weight.

Years later I would be grateful for my life as an overweight adult. I would look back and see that the God of my understanding was preparing me to see discrimination as a disease of the soul. But what happened to give me serenity and peace and contentment? I found another compulsive eater. And then I found another … and another. And recovery began.

One Day at a Time . . .
I will overwrite those taped messages; I will not regret the past; And I will cherish my fellows forever.