Back in 1989 I was also sitting in several OA meetings a week, struggling to get a handle on new sobriety and an eating disorder. While there have been volumes of information that have passed my way since and so many new understandings of my self and the illness of disease, addiction, obesity, there is still the mystery of the fleeting moments of being so convinced that I am never going to have that dragon chasing me ever again-- To the point where I seemingly just cannot lay whatever trigger food du jour has me captivated. The one thing that I absolutely can put my finger on that is happening in those circumstances is that during the excitement of the successful weight loss periods, being so convinced that I will never be fat again, my head and wellbeing and the things I am hearing are so positive. Now, while I have gotten very, very good at arguing with the negative committee, really and truly effective at controlling it...there is a darkness that I cannot get around... just something that washes over me. I wasn't really able to put that into words until just this moment. The panic that strikes is simply paralyzing. A month ago I was completely a hermit and isolated, losing my mind over 15 pounds that I KNOW can turn into 50 in a heartbeat. Today, it's not so bad. What changed? I just started back doing the things I know to do that help me have some kind of positive influence over my day in how I take care of myself. I started to say have some kind of control, but it's not that... it's really positive influence. My food intake the last 2 days is exactly what has been required for compliance of the program that I was given. The most powerful tool that I have right now is just looking at the volume of food that I am eating and not hiding anything. Using FitnessPal.com for that really helps.