Hello everyone!
I found this forum by typing "fat and depressed" into Google, because that is what I am.
I am a 27 year old female from Slovenia, so I thought it would be appropriate to join the British section of the forum, where people do not think that Slovenia is an illness or a new Swedish band. I think it will also be much simpler to quantify my weight and height here in the metric system, unless you prefer stones and pounds, in which case I will have to find a converter. Also, I am a huge drum and bass fan, so it is logical from that standpoint as well.
I was always fat. I have never in my life experienced how it feels to be thin. It had an enormous impact on my life - i grew up to be not completely grown up, always dodging groups of people, as I would much rather stay at home and eat. My forum nickname is a direct translation of what other children called me in my childhood.
My parents were alcoholics, so that might have had something to do with the whole situation as well. I ate every time I needed love, and that was very often.
The heaviest I have ever been was around the age of 20: I weighed 110 kilos at a height of 160 centimeters. I looked like a whale.
When I was 16 I weighed 83 kilos. I lost 10 in a year and that's when I met my boyfriend, with which I have been ever since. He was always very supportive and so patient with me, because I used to be a hysterical nervous wreck. Now that I look back at it... it is a true miracle that he didn't leave me after two months, or after I started gaining weight again (and became even more hysterical and unsure of myself), because there was no end in sight. It went on for four years, in which I ate myself to the staggering weight of 110 kilos. In the meantime, my Mum stopped drinking, and after two years of sobriety (which were the best two years of communication with her in my life) she met a man who smoked weed. And, of course, she started too. I was devastated at first, and demanded that she let me try some, so I can see what the big deal was. My boyfriend was so sore with me, that he went and smoked some on his own, which is a very funny story, because he had no idea what he was doing, so he rolled it up in some regular paper that almost burned his lungs. After that we thought, what the ****, let’s buy some cigarettes and try them. I bought the classy sort that my aunt, whom I respect a lot, smoked.
The whole point of the story is to tell you how I started smoking. Although I am not encouraging anyone to take up smoking for this, or any other purpose, it did help me to stop eating as much as I did. I lost about 40 kilos in two years, and kept it at a steady weight of around 70 kilos for two more years. I have a satisfying face, so I did get some (sexual) attention from other men then my boyfriend in that period.
But now, for a year or so, I have been battling my weight again. I weigh 84 kilos at the moment, and cannot seem to stop eating, plus I have a smoking problem, so really - DO NOT START SMOKING!
I am fat again (although I've never been thin), wearing baggy rags, not going anywhere, and I get more and more depressed each day...
So I though I'd find a forum where I can release all my sadness about it, and maybe get some feedback from people with similar problems.
I'll be glad to read your replies and comments.


