For those of you that read or chimed into my thread "The Pancake Incident" or other threads that touched on this you might be quite aware of my problem (addiction?) to certain foods.
Last Wednesday I turned down lunch with a friend (where their watchful eyes would prevent me from overeating) and went to a rather coarse little restaurant for the bluest of the blue collars. At this dimly-lit, seedy establishment one can indulge in unlimited pizza.
And I did. Alone.
For lunch I had at least 12 slices -- good-sized NY style slices. That is the equivalent of one and a half large pizzas.
Afterward, as I stumbled out barely warding off an immediate food coma I realized I needed to do something drastic.
About two years ago I went to an Overeaters' Anonymous meeting. I did not like it, partly because of the seemingly inherent religiosity, but also because it made me admit to myself that I was totally god damn out of control. And OA suggested I really do something about it.
But after those 12 slices of pizza I went back to OA on Wednesday night, then on Thursday morning, then on Saturday morning, and then this evening.
I have been clean since Wednesday night, though I am contending with some serious revelations about myself and the choices -- the long-term choices -- I need to make.
And they are not sitting well with me.