I am powerless over food…but I am not helpless nor am I hopeless.

One of the dichotomies of admitting I am powerless over food is that in this admission, food loses its power over me!  The harder I cling to the food the harder it clings to me…literally!  When I admit defeat to food, I then open myself up to using my energy elsewhere.  Using tools.  Working the Steps.  I have such a variety of sources of help in my recovery there is no excuse for me to be floundering!  Most importantly, I glimpse hope for myself and my continued recovery from those in our OA rooms who have admitted their powerlessness over food and have found freedom.  The freedom I so desperately seek.  Such a relief to give up the fight with the food!