Originally Posted by aj_cohn

Seejay,

There was a time in my life where I knew the exact location of every 7-11 on my route to and from work. I'd go out in mid-winter, a coat and sweats over my jammies, and "enjoy the moonlight sparkling on the snow" on my way to get my fix, making sure to go to a different store than on my prior "moonlight drive." And I wasn't jonesing for pork rinds.

Food's been my lover and my best friend. I've "rescued" it from the garbage, stolen it from roommates, and stashed it where I thought my wife wouldn't find it.

Before LC'ing, I've been in a rehab program, 12-step meeting rooms, and doctors' offices trying to recover. None of them removed the itch or took the monkey off my back. Even with LC, which has given me more sanity around food than anything else, I've had to lose the same 50-60 lbs twice, because I couldn't deal with the underlying mental and emotional issues.

So yes, I'd say I'm a bona fide addict.