It happened again this week. Like a never-ending nightmare, I made the same horrible choice I’ve made before — with the same results.
For most people, the idea that eating could be an addiction sounds silly. For those who have experienced the patterns I have, though, it’s something that can feel both inexplicable and inevitable.
It wasn’t until I had a political friend who was a recovering alcoholic that I realized the patterns I go through with food are very similar to what any addict experiences. That shocked me at the time and it’s led me to think and read quite a bit about it over the years. The knowledge and insight haven’t stopped me from doing things, though — more often than I’d like to admit — that I know are unhealthy for me.
It’s never about the food. It’s always about the feelings that the food can mask.

Counting on the status quo? Do you have a plan in case things collapse?
Fetish for privatizing misses point; it’s having a choice that matters
Finding your own authentic voice is riskier than copying everybody else
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend
As I grow and learn, I have to leave more of my ideas behind
Actions more important than words when judging what someone wants
Time is the most unrelenting enemy that any of us will face
What if the best you can offer to someone will never be enough?
We’re all broken, but some of us find meaning in broken partners