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.

If God had caused Tim Tebow to win, did He change His mind Saturday?
This mortal life swings between lonely misery and loving paradise
Pursuit of perfection leaves me feeling shame when I’m flawed
Telling others how to escape is easier than setting myself free
Rational rules don’t apply when the state gives itself a monopoly
What if narcissistic vampire bit me but he never finished the job?
Tribal instincts cause us to see others as evil, when they’re just different
I thought I saw her face — and I whispered, ‘Are you proud of me?’
By end of Pooh movie, I wanted to stay in the Hundred-Acre Wood