So for years and years and years I was bullied at school because of my weight and i carried a lot of guilt around with me and a lot of anger because they had brainwashed me into believing it was my fault I was fat.
When i found out i was fat because of an illness i cried my heart out after a the doctor was harsh with me and said that it would be very hard for me to lose weight with my pcos not impossible you understand but hard, for years i spend my days counting cals in everything i ate it didnt work i spend £££'s on worthless 'diets' that didn't work i wanted to feel better and i wanted to lose weight because every time i looked in the mirror i wanted to punch the glass in it.
I've been clinicly depressed since i was 14 years old and i now nearly 30 I have been on over 50 medications (not all at the same time), at some point or another one has to give in? but i didn't and i'm on meds that work for me i still have my depressive stages and my bad days
I was having more good days than bad but now its turning and i'm having more bad days than good.
its a combination of things from my past to recent events
i'm mostly depressed over my weight because I have no control over it
i feel like i have no control over anything in my life.
My weight is the biggest problem though, I expressed these feelings to my GP and he agreed with me that metformin might help me gain control of my weight, now while i have just started with this process on metformin i have high hopes for this drug nothing else has worked and i mean nothing else including diet meds and they do say that its always in the last place you look while this is the last place i have to look.
I'm at braking point with my weight I really am.
And i'm at braking point with myself and my family.