So my sister and I are talking on the phone the other day, and we're commiserating about our mutual struggle with compulsive overeating, especially when under stress. DS says she went to an Overeater's Anonymous meeting last week, and it was good for her.

"I think I'm starting to understand the "giving it up to a Higher Power" part, now," she says. "I didn't when I tried a meeting a few years ago."

"Oh, really," I say, "When did you go to an OA meeting?"

"Oh, about 5 years ago. But it wasn't right for me. The woman next to me had bare feet, and she picked at them during the entire meeting. Then we had to get up and hold hands and say the Serenity Prayer. It was really hard to take in the message while holding this woman's hand."

Amen, sis, amen.