My Big Fat Head

by Jodi Blase

Do you like to eat? Pig out? Stuff your face? Shovel it in? Gulp? Guzzle? Devour?

Is food your go-to drug?

A binge eater for years, I stuffed my emotions down with food and buried them deep inside my stomach, constipating my being. When it was time to fess up and admit that binge eating exists, that I had it, and it's an addictive disease, I was devastated. I mean, who wants to revoke one's own food privileges? I could see where downing a bottle of scotch or hitting the bong on a daily basis would be problematic, but an intervention for eating too many Snickers? Come on.

Aw, crap.

My addiction of choice is food, and food worked well, until it didn't. After years of struggling, I decided to get off the binge party train and was given the gift of sanity. Written in conversational tone with much humor, My Big Fat Head  has given folks with a range of addictions - from eating to gambling to drinking to shopping - hope. I share the journey of my addiction, how it started unconsciously, grew incrementally, and then took on a life of its own. What I know now, and will be forever grateful for, would have caused me to cringe years ago - that mental, spiritual, and physical healing far surpasses that one bite, sip, or high.

196 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2000

About the author

Born and bred in New England, I sport a healthy accent that drops and adds "r's" in true Bostonian fashion (anyone care for some peetzer a.k.a., pizza).Convinced that my calling was a career in nursing, my adolescence was spent working in nursing homes. A year into my nursing degree, I hit one of those forks in the road, the ones that churn and burn and tell you, "Sorry kid, not that way." I switched majors, graduating with a degree in social psychology and working as a psychiatric counselor until the birth of baby number two, where I accepted the very lucrative position of stay at home mom. To clarify, staying at home meant holding down multiple part time jobs as well as writing and publishing my first book, My Big Fat Head. After a five-year stint as a newspaper columnist, occasional PR for businesses and nonprofits, and the jack of many part time jobs, I landed a role as a full time employee in corporate America. A year later, I completed my first novel, Damaged Goods. Though my aspirations have rarely matched my actual path, I've resigned to go along for the ride because at the end of the day, I realize I'm not driving the bus. What I have discovered is that the only time I'm me, the only time I feel defined, is when I'm tapping on my keyboard or scribbling thoughts on sticky notes. When I close my eyes, the "me" I see is a storyteller, so whenever I hit a bumpy road, I tell myself, "Eh, why not? It'll be a good story.".
You can find Jodi at http://jodiblase.com/jodiblog