What Was the Last Straw?

For me, knowing I was killing myself.
For Dee, being weighed on the freight scale.
For Jody, breaking his grandmother's chair.
For Sue, weighing 74 pounds.
For Chrissy, waking in the hospital alive anyway.
For Vanna, not finding slacks she could get into.
For every one of us learning we were powerless over food
and living unmanageable lives.