where character counts and integrity is the keystone

Personal Story

My Food Addiction, Part 2

So, there I was . . . working after school to feed my need for clothes and cool things and then my NEED for food.  I say need for food, since by this time I was acting like an addict.  I was sneaking food into my bedroom & supplying my younger brother with food so that he wouldn’t rat me out.  It was common at this time, as I moved into High School, to eat an entire half gallon of ice cream in one night while drinking half or more of a 6pk or Root Beer [favorite youth soda].

This was a pretty regular basis, maybe only once in a two week period; but it started something that I would not overcome until almost 2 decades later.  I would also go out to eat after eating dinner and eat again, but something that I was craving or just wanted because I had money in my pocket.  As you can see this behavior was very bad for me; in part or at the same time, I became a stress eater.  Oh yeah!  That made things worse.

I don’t remember gaining weight, I don’t even remember, being self-conscience until I was in High School.  Then I suddenly became very aware of my weight; but I didn’t think that I could do anything about it.  I still remember the day that I weighted in at 293lbs, I was visiting a friend in Fort Worth.  I don’t remember putting on the rest of the weight.  It was just there.

At some point I tried a few diets with my mother, they didn’t work.  I believe that it was because I didn’t understand myself or my connection to food.  I learned a little here & a little there.  Then, in college, I had a cross county runner for a roommate & he ate all the time & he ate more than I did!  What he ate was very different from my usually fair.

wil becker

Creative Commons License