my poor me story... ;)
Hello all,
I have decided to write in here today because I am quite clear headed today and feel I can somewhat rationally explain my "life story" as it relates to my depression and weight, and whatever happens to come up as I rant and rave.
I have read an number of people's stories on here and felt that I would add mine to add that there is yet another person out there who is not alone and let those who are feeling alone, know they aren't alone.
I was a "normal" kid. I was actually quite scrawny and then began to fill out (not get fat) throughout my teen years. I always loved salty snacks, but really, I was far more interested in boys to actually spend any time thinking about food the way that I do now.
Fast forward to about 20 years old. I am now out in the real world and working different shifts, full time and am now eating whatever I want, whenever I want as I am an "adult". I am still interested in men, but my self-esteem seems to have started going down the tubes. I think I always had self-esteem issues, but they just began rearing their ugly heads around this time. I for some reason didn't really have a boyfriend or anyone that had any real interest in me, and that wass hard on a gal's ego. So, although it was gradual, I started to gain weight and then my emotions just went downhill and I spiralled into a depression. I could cry at just about anything. I refused to take any medication to help me, but it just came to a point where I didn't have any other options. So, although I got a lot of my feelings of depression under control, I had already started as an "emotional eater" and not even those pills could stop that.
So, I have been eating my way through the past 10-12 years. I have gone on a couple of different diet plans and lost about 30 pounds and then I get all full of myself and think that I can allow myself some leeway and then I fall off the wagon and get back to my old eating habits. So, at my heaviest weight this year, I was starting to feel like I was about to burst out of my skin. And I am married now and am not even comfortable with my husband touching me, and I mean just casual around the waist or whatever. And my hips started to hurt, my stomach was upset a lot... it just all started to snowball which took a toll on my control, not that it felt like much, over my depression. It's one thing when it affects you, but when it starts to affect you and all of those around you, it's time to take a step back and figure out how far you are going to let this go, and if you can take control yourself or if you need outside interventions.
Finally, I decide to take drastic measures and for me, that was going on the Dr B program. IT is very expensive, (and my husband and I don't make a lot of money) but I needed something that would show me serious results in order to feel successful with my weight loss and personally. It sounds sad, but I just feel like I have such a big battle to fight that it's almost beyond my realm.
Anyway, I have rambled on enough today. I could probably write all night, but I won't. Take care everyone.
Last edited by abbey92; 02-24-2008 at 12:18 AM.
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