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.

Where are Obama’s tears when he’s the one killing innocent children?
If you’re out of place somewhere, nobody’s going to be very happy
The pounding rain from the storm brought me warmth, light and love
Obama: ‘…all the choices we’ve made have been the right ones…’
Material things can be replaced, but loved ones worth far more
When people show you who they are, trust their actions, not words
Federal budget numbers too big to comprehend? This makes it simple
Being loved is one of life’s gifts, but joy of loving is even greater
Anonymous attacker hit me hard, but I can’t let coward change me