
I just participated in my very first ever ABA meeting and telephone meeting, simultaneously.
Given that my
closest ABA meeting is in Oakland, CA to the south; Tuscon, AZ to the east and Canada to the north a phone meeting starts to sound a bit less like half measures.
Why not just attend meetings of
Overeaters Anonymous, who averages 4 meetings a day in the greater Portland area, instead? After all, left to my own devices I
want to count calories, dissect ingredient labels, abstain from certain types of foods, and track pounds lost. Oh, the charts and systems and methods I can create! I LOVE,
I THRILL in all of that! It makes every fiber of my being (are you starting to sense the inappropriate level of intensity I experience about this?) to do things like that. Like a sex addict culling the internet for just the right image, I can spend countless hours lost in fantasy about organization, systems and numbers. But rather than reducing my obsession about food, weight & body image, such activities serve to INCREASE it (although I welcome your experience to differ).
There are 4
phone meetings of ABA feasible for Pacific time zone: Mon, Wed, Thurs early evenings and Fri early morning. Since ABA is actually a Canadian fellowship I called my cell phone company to verify that the phone numbers were American, not Canadian; I wouldn't want the nasty surprise come phone bill time.
As someone highlighted in the meeting I attended, ABA believes that (those who identify with it) are
not powerless over food or specific ingredients, but rather THE FEELING OF CONTROL; it is control we try to glean from our crazy doings in head & body with food, weight & body image. Control of what? I would say over creating/avoiding specific emotions, our value as a person in the eyes of ourselves & others, our levels of power or vulnerability, etc.
The idea of control was really ringing a strong cord with me through a cornucopia of topics. Developmentally I was taught it's not OK to have needs and to distrust that anyone would meet them (as a predictable outcome of neglect). I am emotionally wrangling with

surrender of my lack of control and lack of faith that God will caretake me regarding my finances in general and one business loan/ tenant occupancy in particular. In the BDSM scene I tried to balance a healthy power exchange with someone who turned the most mundane of circumstances into power struggles/ drama triangle dynamics and I was unable to manage the situation without falling in, myself. In both sexually alternative communities and the broader culture there is a lot of pressure exerted for women's bodies, clothing and manner to reach certain contradictory ideals. And if one does "lead with their sexiness," is that
really the kind of attention she wants to settle for? Regarding my unhealthy eating practices, I attempt to divert certain feelings and coax forward others. All of these are what ABA would call attempts to control.
And that is exactly how the 12 Step ("practice these [recovery] principles in every area of our lives") is meant to happen. We learn to see past the SYMPTOMS of drinking, whoring, starving, stealing, or whatever and see underneath all that to the underlying
causes & conditions.
In other words, I was seeing how this attempt to control is ubiquitous through all the addictions & dysfunctions. It's all the "drama triangle" in action. Facing our interdependence on God and each other, as well as our equality, is somehow terrifying instead of reassuring.