Then and Now
I attend an annual holiday luncheon. Here is what it was like for me two years ago, when I was in the food.
“Yippee! A holiday luncheon with tons of food and desserts! Everyone will be eating plenty, so no one will notice how much I’m eating or how I’m eating while I’m in line. Because the food was so good, I’ll stop at an ice cream store on my way home.” What about the other people at the luncheon? Other people were at the luncheon? I only noticed the food.
Here is what the luncheon was like one year ago after two months of recovery.
“Oh no, a holiday luncheon! I’d better call my sponsor. How can I go when I don’t know what is being served? No, I don’t want to call and ask! What if the food isn’t on my food plan? What if I don’t know anyone? I can’t go if there will be desserts! What will I say when they bring me some?” When they wanted to send me home with a goodie bag, I panicked. I said ‘‘No!’’ in a mean voice and ran the other way. But I made it through, stayed abstinent and did the best I could.
Here is what the luncheon was like this year after a little over a year of recovery.
I was grateful to have a holiday luncheon to attend. I trusted God would provide and there would be something I could have for lunch (and there was). Even if there hadn’t been, I knew I wouldn’t die of hunger before dinner. I looked forward to seeing people and meeting new folks. No one offered me desserts. As others were enjoying theirs, I was enjoying mine––a cup of decaf coffee. When it was time to go and the host gave me a card with a goodie bag, I thanked her for her kindness. As I drove away, I realized I no more wanted to eat the goodies than I wanted to eat the card.
I’m living a miracle, one day at a time.
— Reprinted from Lifeline magazine