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.

AUDIO: We rarely realize we’re wasting our lives ’til it’s too late
If your own life is all messed up, lecture others about fixing theirs
It’s wrong to silence anybody, even a nutcase like Alex Jones
Gay marriage debate turns into fight for validation of private beliefs
I lost my way that night — and it seems I never found my way back
Predictions of doom keep failing, so isn’t it rational to doubt them?
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
There’s hatred, evil and injustice, but this is the ‘real’ America, too