“Hi, I’m Heather…” “Hi, Heather!” “And I’m a food addict. I have to say, this was a tough week for me…” The dozen people who have gathered in this sterile white room at the Realization Center, a New York City drug and alcohol outpatient clinic, are a cross-section of urban America: black, white, Latina, middleaged Jewish guy, tattooed hipster. None are truly obese, as many have been coming to these meetings for years. Looking at them, no one would guess there’d been pain. But there’s been pain.
“If I notice a no-no food, I find it sort of taking over my brain,” says Heather, who, like many of the people here, has a history of multiple addictions (“I used to grab a pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the way…
