2.8 Since my willpower can't change my unsuccessful way of living, am I willing to look for a power greater than myself to restore me to sanity?

It seems easier to answer other questions - those that are more self-directed than questions about looking for help for someone else or something else. Maybe because it also means that I have to change - to listen - to ask for the help to work through the issues that make me act compulsively.
I can see how this hard to accept for an atheist - someone who doesn't accept that there is a higher power, because then you are asking for help from nothing. You may as well as for help from a car or statue or a wall.
But coming to accept that there is a power greater than yourself, even if it means just putting your will and your hopes into that things control, it will make it possible to give up the things that are holding me back.
Holding my grandson I realize that there isn't anything that he isn't completely dependent upon from his family - parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. He has turned his will over to them - his control and as they are benevolent he will thrive. Jesus told his disciples that unless they come to the kingdom as a child they would not enter. That is what he was saying - give your will to God and he will care for you. Even his prayer says "Thy will be done".
So asking for the help and turning over my will to God is the only way to sanity with food.

2.7 Have I come to believe that I need to change? Why?

Absolutely - for two reasons.

1. I was going to die if I didn't - either from deteriorating health or from personal actions.

2. I wasn't happy being what I was - I was slothful, disheveled, physically unfit, and mentally corrupt.

I still go through those feelings sometimes - being down, but they are less frequent and don't last as long. That's progress.

2.6 In what ways have I overreacted to slight provocations while ignoring the real issues in my life?

My most vivid memories of this are how I have dealt with my children. Seemingly innocuous actions on their part would often result in my getting upset at them. I recall recently an event where my keys fell down the side of my car seat and virtually impossible to reach. I went crazy - how my life was a mess, that I didn't deserve to exist, that people were better off without me around - all because my keys were out of reach. That seems in retrospect a fairly large overreaction for something that was pretty mundane.