“A hungry man is not a free man.”
— Adlai Stevenson
For years I craved food. It was my escape from reality. It stopped the pain, loneliness and anger — for a moment. It felt good. Eventually I began to feel bad — but I could not stop. I was addicted to sugar and sodium. My freedom was being exchanged for doughnuts!
I heard a man talk about his compulsion around cocaine and gambling. I asked how he managed to abstain and he replied: “Talk about it, a day at a time!”
Today I am compulsive about getting well, and I talk about my disease every day. The price of freedom is vulnerability. God is in the risk. I have taken it.
God, let me experience freedom in the choices I make today.
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