Is there a name for moms like me who can't resist eating a bag of goldfish in one sitting?
Dani Klein Modisett: There's much talk about moms getting sober now (which is great), but what about those of us who -- instead of drinking a bottle of wine before my hubby's car pulls in the driveway -- eat a week's worth of the kids' trail mix? Or six cups of sugar-free pudding after wrestling them into bed? It's not quite so glamorous to admit a food addiction, but what can I say? Given the choice between a bottle of tequila and a bag of chips, I'm going for the chips. With a Häagen-Dazs chaser.
I flirted with an eating disorder most of my life, but it never got bad enough to be hospitalized. I had my own prescriptions for managing my addiction. In my 20s, I lived alone in an apartment with mustard, lettuce, and popcorn. Then when I started having serious boyfriends, I'd stock it with a little more to give the illusion of sanity. I threw in some sliced turkey, maybe a pack of English muffins. At least for a day or an hour, until I'd eat them all in one sitting with a jar of Splenda-infused jam. Since having children, though, controlling my addiction has become a lot harder. Kids want snacks, like nuts, chips, popcorn -- they love food they can eat with their hands (always my nemesis).
Being around this stuff has made me feel out of control some days, particularly when you throw in financial fear, which I do, daily. But this morning, I read an article in the New York Times which gave me some hope. There's a name for people like me. Ednos! Which means "eating disorder not otherwise specified." I guess now I can come out about being a person who uses food like Tiger Woods uses restaurant hostesses.
|Dani Klein Modisett is the mother of 2-year-old Gideon (pictured) and 6-year-old Gabriel. She is comedy writer/creator/producer of the show "Afterbirth...stories you won't read in Parents magazine." An anthology of stories from this show, published by St. Martin's Press, is now in stores everywhere.|