I Was a Food Addict.
The warm chocolate chip cookie melted in my mouth. Was that my sixth or my seventh one? Holding my stomach, queasy from too many sweets, I sat down at my kitchen table that cold January evening in 1990 and thought, I've got to stop eating so much.
Shame over my lack of control filled me, adding to my growing sense of failure. A client couple I'd counseled for months was getting a divorce, and as a beginning psychotherapist, I felt I'd failed them.
The truth is, I felt out of my league. I came from a working-class family, not a professional one. While I believed I was living God's dream for me, shaming statements I heard as a child came back to me: Aren't you getting too big for your britches? I felt inadequate whenever I read articles about counseling; was I doing therapy right?
Chocolate chip cookies took the edge off my feelings of inadequacy and fear. Sugar and fat: my friends. I often sought reassurance from my husband and my colleagues. But nothing calmed my anxiety like chocolate. And it was always available.
Sugar and Shame
But the self-punishing voices were always there, too: When you're seeing your clients, you act like you have everything under control, but your eating is out of control. You're going to be a fat slob. You know better.
Just that morning I'd asked God for self-control—like every other morning for the past two years. But I still ate too much. Up to size 16—172 pounds on my 5'4" frame—I hadn't weighed this much since I was nine months pregnant with our daughter 15 years ago. I felt tired and embarrassed.
Sighing, I washed the cookie sheet and went to bed. I was drifting off when the thought popped into my mind: Maybe the answer to my prayer about losing weight is "no." I've weighed 172 for several months. My anxiety about therapy won't subside overnight—and I know that's why I'm eating so much.
But I didn't want to weigh 172 pounds! When I'd started graduate school eight years earlier, I weighed 135. Why should clients listen to me now? My problems stuck out like my fat hips.
Over the next month, the thought stayed with me that God was saying "no." But even the word "overweight" provoked my anger. In March of 1990, I went to my physician for a physical. As he recorded his notes for my chart with his back turned to me, I heard him say, "Patient is overweight."
That's it, I thought. I need a new doctor. I don't need to be reminded of my weaknesses. I never went back to him. I knew I was overreacting, but I liked my inner voice sticking up for me, even if I was being too sensitive.
Self-Talk Transformation
As a therapist, I knew my self-talk reflected the fact that deep down I really believed I was "too big for my britches." I felt inadequate. I was afraid of being found out. Cookies calmed that fear, but I ate too many. Then I felt ashamed and ate more.
Originally published in: Today's Christian Woman, 2007, January/February, Vol. 29, Issue 1, Page 54
Related Topics:
Addiction, Food, Healthy Eating, Inadequacy, Overweight, Self-control, Self-Talk, Wake-Up Call, Weight-Loss
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sharon
i just finished reading this and know how it fells to have people you love tell you how fat you are and put you down all of the time it really hurts i am a grown woman withe grown children and i still remember the painful comments made to me by a parent. thank you so much foer shareing i thought i was alone
Lydia
Thank you for sharing your strugle with us all. I dont't feel so alone now.
Caroline
My journey from a lifetime of food addiction has just begun, and this article is exactly what I needed to read. Thank You!
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