I appeared on Mental Health Radio this past week. I talked with host Kristin Walker about body dysmorphic disorder, “This is My Brave,” relapse, and embracing sexuality in binge eating disorder recovery. Give it a listen when you get the chance. I have…
Of course, we should maintain our abstinence no matter what, but sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we slip. Sometimes we fall. Sometimes we don’t get back up for a long time. And there we have the million dollar question: Why does recovery seem easier…
‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving in the food addict’s home. All the relatives were sleeping, and the food addict sat alone. “Should I eat some pie in this peace and quiet? Or should I be a good girl and stick to my diet?”…
by Christina Fisanick Greer, Ph.D. Optimistic Food Addict I was up late working, like usual, when a message popped up from a man that I dated 25 years ago. Although the conversation started out with both of us commiserating about being up late,…
by Christina Fisanick Greer, Ph.D. Every single time I visit the ocean, I learn something new. I have learned how to grieve, I have learned how to let go, and I have learned how to accept the day-to-day fluctuations of recovery. So, I…
All fat people are out of shape. You know, they can’t walk too far. They can’t take the stairs. They can’t do much more than hold down the living room sofa with one hand in a bag of chips and the other on…
Not long ago I read Feeding Your Demons: Ancient Wisdom for Resolving Inner Conflict by Tsultrim Allione. In the book she reveals an ancient Buddhist practice of making peace with our inner demons–addiction, self-hatred, and so on. She makes the radical argument that…
Once again I had forgotten the number on the bottom of my foundation. As I stood at the counter sorting through bottles of beige make up that were each just slightly different than the other, I realized that I needed help. An associate…
by Christina Fisanick Greer, Ph.D. Just hours old Newborn nurses, picking up my round legs giggle: “Look, mama, her thighs are so big.” Age 11 Mom, clearly disgusted by my behavior: “You’re having another bowl of potato salad? You just ate two. How…
It’s cold in my bedroom, and I reach down for the cover, balled up somewhere at the end of the bed. I pull it over me and feel the scratchy threads of the decorative side of the blanket against my skin. It is…
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