I'm not really sure where to start with my story... I don't really want to drag you (or myself) through the whole sad story. So I'll just say that I'm here to start over. I have gotten to the highest weight of my life (in the 300's) which is something I never thought I'd get to.
I'm 32 years old, work more than full-time and sit in front a computer all day. I work crazy hours and I do mean crazy. Recently I stayed at work for a project until 5:30 AM the next day, went home to sleep for 1 hour and came back in to work for another 12 hours. It's not uncommon to my job to have these insane days but in the past year I've gained over 70 pounds because my work lends to a grab n go lifestyle of eating or more like a "shove it down two minutes before the next conference call". Sometimes I'm lucky if I get a lunch at all and most often I end up taking a five minute lunch at 4:00 PM (my work hours are SUPPOSED to be 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM).
I'm not blaming my job, but it has not helped to have this type of environment.. where breaks are frowned upon (even lunch breaks). It's a stressful job but it's what I've got and I don't have many other options at this point. I do know, however, that I need to put my foot my down and put MYSELF first instead of my work.
I've never been "skinny" but I was not always morbidly obese. I started my job a year ago and I was morbidly obese at that point, too, but I was on a weight loss train and was doing great. I was motivated, eating healthy, working out daily, even took advantage of my break times at my previous job to go for walks. I had a weight problem when I started this job last year but it has skyrocketed my issue. My problem is not my job, it is me... and I know this.
2011 blazed by while I watched others having fun and living life to the fullest. I sat alone inside letting the world spin by even when I could have been out living life.
The past year has been the worst for me as far as depression goes. I've always been somewhat "sad" but I have never felt as lonely as I have in the past year. This has led me to feel very isolated and unmotivated which has led to more self-isolation and depression... it's a cycle.
I live in Southern California and it's freaking gorgeous here but I have no one to enjoy it with. I have no family and very few true friends.
I don't love myself and I know that everyone always says the same cliched old thing of "if you can't love yourself then no one else can"... well, I wish someone would love me despite it.
Anyway, I've said way too much and sound like a major downer. It sucks not living up to your potential and feeling like crap everyday. I just want to feel alive. I am here for whatever support I can get and promise I won't be such a bummer around here



), as many spouses/partners would not be happy with how working that kind of schedule can impact the amount of time it leaves for the people in your life. I don't say that to be harsh, but just as something to keep in mind. 
