Well, I will just start out by saying that depression really sucks. Really, really sucks. I am finally managing to pull myself out of a pretty majorly bad stint with the help of an awesome therapist. Unfortunately the major casualty of my depression was my weight loss. I have managed to gain back most (although not quite all) of what I lost. I also pushed a lot of people away, or rather was so withdrawn that people gave up on me, and for that I owe some people some apologies. I am still coming out of the muck and slowly surfacing, but at least I am starting to see the faint shimmers of hope, and that is a very good thing.
Note to self: when you stop caring about something that was previously really important to you that means there is something WRONG. Talk to someone about it and don’t just let go. Ask someone in your life to kick you in the backside if you do.
Actually, I figure I had so much fun losing weight the first time that I just wanted to give myself the opportunity to do it again…

So here I am, starting over, trying not to be consumed by the shame of my failures. I keep trying to remind myself that you can’t fail while you are still trying. I need to move forward – I have to for my health and sanity, and I know that the support here was one of the things that really helped me before. I refuse to be a statistic and I WILL make this happen again for myself.
I was also recently diagnosed with having high sugar levels and am seeing an endocrinologist next week, so I now have a medical reason I need to make changes. I have been working out with a personal trainer for awhile, but having trouble until very recently to get myself to the gym outside of that. I have just started back tracking what I eat and am trying to cut my carbs for the sugar issues, although I will likely need more specific guidance from a nutritionist once I have a confirmed diagnosis of where I am with the whole sugar thing.
So, hopefully I won’t be a stranger because I really, really need to be here.



