Well, I am new here and found this site somehow by mistake and maybe it was a good sign because I have been reading around here and everyone is so supportive!
Anyway, long story(kinds) short: weight issues my whole life. Got diagnosed with depression in Jan '09 and given Wellbutrin; started Weight Watchers a few days later. BAM! Lost 35 pounds in 6 months-which brought me to 184 I was SO excited because that made me halfway to goal plus I wanted to be a leader because I was such a shining star and inspired a lot of people on my journey. Well, over time, Wellburtin stopped working, got a higher dose, still no luck. Fell off the wagon with WW because I had no more desire for anything. Yet I can't say COMPLETELY: I still drank water, I still tracked but I was careless with my food choices , I stopped going to meetings. Fast forward to this past June , started WW again at 197 pounds. Again, was uninspired and unfocused. So here I sit at 210 pounds. Yep. I have gained about 30 pounds in a year. To say that I hate myself is an understatement. I feel like such a fat ugly person and I don't even like to go to work anymore. Part of me is DEEPLY ashamed that I have gained it all back and yet pat of me doesn't care anymore. I know this has to do with the depression and I have to get another med that will work. I am still on Wellburtin and have tried Prestique and Lexapro and had BAD side effects. But in the meantime I just don't know how to go about life anymore. I mean I tell myself that even if I am fat, I am still the same inside. I haven't dated in a long time because I feel gross...I mean who would want me? Everyone says to join groups or clubs....sure if I had the energy, but I don't. I get home from work and crawl into bed and watch TV at night. My job is horrible and stressful so I know that is not helping the situation either...and yes, I am looking every day for a new one. I mean still do things by myself: movies, tours,etc. but it's hard. Also, to make matters worse I used to be a HIGHLY social person. I did theatre, I sang and my weekends were always full. Now I have more or less isolated myself and became total opposite of what I was. I started WW yet again last month, lost 2 pounds the first week and thought "ok, I'm BACK" and proceeded to GAIN the following 3 weeks despite following the program so I have given up at this point. I just hate myself for letting myself go. I could have been at goal weight by now.




