A fellowship friend was supposed to meet me at an OA meeting, but her car broke down en route. She sent me a message later that night that read, “By the time AAA came it was too late and I wanted to get home with my donut.” I had to read the word donut three times before I realized the “donut” she was referring to was the spare tire the mechanic put on her car! (Boy, do I have the mind of a compulsive overeater, or what?!?!)
For recovery month (September) I wanted to put some OA literature at our local library. When the desk clerk asked me what organization I was with I said, “Overeaters Anonymous.” She gave me a puzzled look and said “Over Readers Anonymous? We like it when people read here.”
— Kara M.