I had lost a decent amount of weight about 5 years ago and had kept most of it off. I wasn't thin, but I was comfortable with where I was.
Over the past 18 months I've been struggling with depression. I've had depression before, but this the worst it's been. I believe most of the depression was a manifestation of knowing that my beloved dog "Nicky" would either die soon or I'd have to put him down. We put him down exactly 1 month ago today
He was about 2 weeks shy from being 15yrs old. He was an awesome dog and since my husband and I don't have children - we were very attached to him.
My Dr and I were looking for a medication to help with my depression. It took us about 9 months and 5 tries later - drug #6 finally is working good for me. Unfortunately, drug #5 that was tried caused me to gain about 20-25 lbs in less than 2 weeks. I was on my TOM at the time and I new I was eating more than normal because of the cravings. But I had NO idea that I had gained that much weight until I stepped on the scale (which of course I wasn't doing on a regular basis anyway, because I was at a point where I didn't want to know what the number was). Needless to say, I stopped that drug and was hoping the weight would fall right off, just as easily as it had arrived. Of course, it didn't though.
So, now I'm finally, finally feeling better mentally but now I have all this excess weight that brings its own amount of depression with it.
I didn't know anyone on IP and hadn't even heard of it. I happen to go to a cosmetic Doctor for an evaluation on a spot on my face and she carries IP in her office. I really was motivated to get healthy and lose some weight (and I really wanted to lose weight reasonably fast since I had inadvertently put on the 25 lbs in a blink of an eye).
It seemed I was in the right place at the right time or maybe I'll go as far as to call it fate!