I’ve eaten all my life, hungry or not.
Food is more than nourishment of body
but a comfort when afraid, a solace
for insults suffered, a way to rejoice,
a remedy to placate guilt when I act
without thinking through and hurt someone else.
but a comfort when afraid, a solace
for insults suffered, a way to rejoice,
a remedy to placate guilt when I act
without thinking through and hurt someone else.
I am a compulsive eater and powerless to stop.
Surely my willpower is as strong as all around.
Others see the issue and give advice
Others see the issue and give advice
that surely I can follow if all those others can.
Sometimes it works and I conquer the urges
but as soon as weight is lost and I relax
eating with a vengeance starts anew, but more…
more food, more weight, more powerless than was,
up and down, more determined, more depraved, worse.
Sometimes it works and I conquer the urges
but as soon as weight is lost and I relax
eating with a vengeance starts anew, but more…
more food, more weight, more powerless than was,
up and down, more determined, more depraved, worse.
I am a compulsive eater and powerless to stop.
Others tell my story, claim it as their own,
tell of working Twelve Steps, how they learned
it is a disease, that they and I really can’t do this
but there’s a Power that can, that works for them
erasing urges, setting aside resentment, surrendering.
Glory be, it works for me a day at a time holding strong although
tell of working Twelve Steps, how they learned
it is a disease, that they and I really can’t do this
but there’s a Power that can, that works for them
erasing urges, setting aside resentment, surrendering.
Glory be, it works for me a day at a time holding strong although
I am a compulsive eater and powerless to stop.
