In grade school I looked forward to lunch, and I remember events by what foods I ate. I could never be sure that I would be served enough at the dinner party to quell my insatiable appetite. Many years later I would have to buy a bag of something sweet and eat it in my car on the way to dinner parties so that I could be certain I'd get enough. I said to the friend, "Don't you want to ask your mom for another one?" That was the thing about being a child addict-I had to manipulate others in order to get my fix, and I lived with the fear of not getting enough. The other two children had continued playing however, I was preoccupied with how I could get more sugar. The friend's mother gave each of us one X. In another incident I was playing with my cousin and my cousin's friend. I traded food until I had about four desserts. When I was in first or second grade I traded the items on my school lunch plate for the sugar dessert on the plates of my classmates. Nearly as far back as I can remember I wanted more sugar. Whether by nature or by nurture I have the disease of compulsive overeating. My mother weighed about 83 pounds and was considered a finicky eater while my grandfather, whose weight reached over 300 pounds, ate large quantities.
I also saw compulsive behaviors around the food. Abstinence is the most important thing.Ĭompulsive eating runs in my family, and I believe I was born with the predisposition toward food addiction. I weigh and measure three meals a day from the Cambridge Grey Sheet, write them down, commit them to my sponsor or another qualified person. My name is, and I am a compulsive overeater.
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