Like many of us, I never had to worry about my weight in my 20-30's, my mother had bulimia.
I was put on xanax, and zyprexa, and my weight skyrocketed, I also developed agoraphobia, and didnt leave m y house for almost 5 years with my husband.
I got up to 205 and was dx'd with prediabetes.
Last summer I got down to a size 6. I was so proud. Though much of it was due to stress. After the stress was over, I fell to food to calm me, I loved myself with it. I am also bpd (borderline pd.). This is a common fallback for us.
I find my self eating out of bordom, because I get lonely, because I need love, to feel like a good wife I fix a big meal for my husband, I'm up more , so I have more hours to eat. I try to keep the cabinets empty to not binge, but then I eat out at fast food places and never get full but consume more calories. It's too hot to walk here, 104* and the meds I am on, I can't over heat. It's a catch 22.
My closet is full of size 6-10's now, and nothing fits me, it's so depressing. What happened to me??? I hate myself.
My uncle even laughed at me yesterday about 'MY big butt". and how cute I used to be. I'm back up to size 16, and want to take it off, but nothing is working. I feel deprived after last year. And with the diabetes, I can't eat anything but rabbit food. I can't live that way, and I can't live this way. I'll die.
I was taking a miracle drink called fat solutions, but they no longer make it, along with cidermax, and alot of water, and no carbs or sugar due to the diabetes 2. I was so happy. I could dress stylish. I felt sexy and alive again. Now I feel like a balloon, and can't breath most of the time.
Any suggestions, would make me cry just to know someone cares.
ddee