Fruit of My Labor

"It's good to do uncomfortable things. It's weight training for life."
— Anne Lamott (Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith)

I can't describe this last month in simple terms. I resumed going to Overeaters Anonymous meetings after an 18 year absence. In 12-step terms, that's some relapse. "Why'd I leave?" I've been asking myself. That alternates with the more timely, "Why am I back?" Incidentally, when I was overwhelmed by the emotions associated with how tethered a nursing mom feels toward her new infant, I'd often wonder why women had second babies. Who could know how life would change with one, but to go back for more?

 

I left OA because I wanted to try a more moderate way of eating, sometimes referred to as 'demand feeding'. Back in the early 90's there weren't the wide range of food plans in writing available that there are now so that had something to do with feeling I needed to go elsewhere. Honestly, though, I think I was just tired of dragging myself to 2 or 3 meetings a week on top of 4 days of psychotherapy, work, and all else that was going on at the time. I was in the process of buying my first home and, unbeknownst to me, about to get pregnant.

 

I had been thinking this over a while because my weight has ballooned and binging in the form of all night grazing is a big part of my life. I happened upon an excerpt from a book called Mommy Doesn't Drink Here Anymore by Rachael Brownell about her own path to AA and couldn't put it down. I know that feeling of being insatiable for something I deep down realize can't be quelled by excess versus the reality of feeling like stopping isn't an option.

I put a little post-it note in the back of her book when it arrived into the library that read "OA 24" indicating a challenge to myself to attend an OA meeting within 24 hours of finishing up the book. The weeks leading up to the end of the book (as if I couldn't go anytime I wanted!) had me obsessively reading and re-reading the online schedule of meetings in case today or tomorrow 'happenned to be the day'.

The night I selected to attend, 24 hours upon finishing Rachael Brownell's book, as promised (to whom? to what?) brought with it a driving rain. The rigid rulemaker in me didn't care and off 'we' (rigid rulemaker and me) the 25 miles to the meeting, driving in circles as raindrops pelted the car, trying to make out the street number in the church driveway where the meeting was held.

It was a 'Big Book Study,' referring to the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous used in most 12-step programs. I nervously took my seat along side one of 2 8-foot 'craft' tables pushed together, and was amazed at how little and how much had changed all at once. Cross talk is discouraged but members had big smiles for me, and it was amazing how welcoming people could be just hearing that I was a newcomer, returning to meetings.

Everyone at the table takes turns reading from one to three paragraphs in the big, blue book, that is the cornerstone of AA, and is now in its 4th edition. People can then share for up to 3 minutes, moderated by a timer, on anything they have read or anything at all. No one cuts them off when the timer beeps. The meeting secretary just resets the timer for 3-minute increments until the speaker winds down.

I don't remember what I said exactly, but I did share that I was returning after a 20 year absence. I remember being amazed that the meeting secretary had lost somewhere around 100 pounds, and was in another 12-step program, in addition to OA. I also remember coming home and immediately heading to the pantry to eat-- as much to calm the rush of adrenaline that accompanied my excitement in feeling so welcomed, as out of the well worn habit of night eating to which I was quite wedded.

So I've been going to a month of meetings and somehow find myself with a sponsor, a food plan, and a 7 pound weight loss. I didn't try for any of those things, they just seemed to evolve from the decision to incorporate meetings regularly and sanely into my schedule. The most helpful part of it all, is the sense of feeling completely in sync with everyone I encounter, regardless of their size or current ability to suspend their compulsive habits. And what's making this all hang together is the 'promise' that this can and should be faced *at most* one day at a time.

"E.L. Doctorow said once said that 'Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.'" Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird