30 Questions Revised for the OA 12 & 12: Question # 7: Read Chapter Three in the Big AA Book (“More About Alcoholism”). How does this relate to your compulsion?
Oh, how many times did I set out to prove I could eat like “normal people” – numerous. All of the senseless attempts to prove – once again – that this time it would be different. All of the heartache & the demoralization of my soul giving in to that one irrational , noxious concept of “ you can have a little”. The fallacy of believing I could one day quell my eating was a preposterous obsession. It was an unrelenting deception that infiltrated my mind. It was a powerful belief that corroded & impaired my thinking that would no doubt led me down the highway of death.
I had to admit that I suffered from the ABC's. I was an anorexic, bulimic & compulsive overeater. I had to own up to the misconception that something wasn't wrong. I had to be honest, no matter how much I wanted to be like regular folks when it came to eating, I wasn't. The delusion definitely had to be SMASHED! My capability to control my anorexia, bulimia & compulsive overeating was gone; although, I doubt it ever existed. Any & all attempts to mislead myself was short-lived since my disease ameliorated. Every day my illness just snowballed out of control deteriorating with every breath.
There were cursory moments when I caught glimpses of what reasonable behavior could be like. When my malady was arrested, a smidgen of independence emerged shining a beacon of light to slay the dragon for brief interludes. Unfortunately, the relapses became stronger, more vicious & lasted longer; although, cognitively I knew I wasn't a run-of-the mill eater, I always tested the theory out. Oh, I did the low/no fat, health food aisles or stores only, bite size this or that, no eating after a certain time, dip a tine into the dressing, portion control, weekends only, once a week, never having “certain” foods in the house, reading the latest diet book, points...
The deception I could just have “a taste” now that I have a few months under my belt was what propelled me back into relapse – over & over & over... I always longed to end the insanity but it was an inexecutable maneuver.
Ludicrous rumblings began ruminating in my cranium, muttering that I could just have a nosh or a sliver. It doesn't matter how much knowledge I may or may not have about my eating behavior, I seem to develop amnesia. The anguish & humiliation seem to vanish into the ether and I am back to my old, comfortable destructive behaviors.
I have absolutely no immunity against the first nibble.