*I have posted this on another part of this forum, in the "I can't stop eating" club. Although I joined this site a while ago, I have not posted or spent much time here, until now*
My name is Melissa. I'm 23 years old, 5'8 and 180lbs officially. I am considered overweight but if you met me in person you wouldn't presume so. My body is well proportioned and I am very strong, I have spent a couple years kick-boxing before I injured myself last year and my father is a herbal supplement manufacturer, so I know my stuff. I have helped many of my friends and family get back into shape as well as customers I met while working at a health store. This is why I am here.
A couple months ago, I hit the lowest point of my life. I was date-raped by a close friend of mine. My apartment got broken into and all of my expensive stuff was gone. I was doing club drugs all the time and smoking instead of eating because I couldn't afford food. I knew if I didn't change my situation I would be dead by next year, so I cut off all of the people I was hanging out with, quit smoking and moved back in with my mother.
Next thing I knew, I was spending every free minute at home eating. I couldn't control myself. If I saw food, I ate it. I ate when I was hungry, mad, happy, sad, confused, whatever. At night, I would eat myself to sleep, then, I would wake up with terrible stomach aches and eat to soothe the pain. I watched the food network, I cooked for everyone all the time. I would bake cookies and eat them all myself (in my defense I really thought I would spare one or two, but I would end up eating them). I did the craziest things imaginable. I knew I was gaining weight, my clothing didn't fit anymore but it didn't bother me because I could still wear sweat pants. Instead of being addicted to cigarettes, I am now addicted to food, it's a blow to my ego but I am not afraid to admit it.
The proper name for this disorder is "Complusive Overeating", a medical condition to which you could recieve treatment at a mental institution. It is categorized as an eating disorder and suggests depression as an accomplice. Believing this is something I suffer from, I called my doctor and made an appointment. I should have spent that time and energy at the gym. His insight was hollow and his only suggestion was that I went on anti-depressants. Had he read the labels of what he prescribes, he'd understand that most of them make you gain weight and if I want to get more hungry I will indulge in marijuana, not zoloft.
If anyone feels they suffer from this or they know someone who is, google it first and get informed. Speak to a doctor, just don't talk to mine because he is an idiot.
This brings me to my next point and the conclusion of this very long post. I need support. I just want some people to talk to who will understand what I am going through. It's hard to lose weight but it's an invigorating challenge.
I wish everyone the best of luck on their journey.
My name is Melissa. I'm 23 years old, 5'8 and 180lbs officially. I am considered overweight but if you met me in person you wouldn't presume so. My body is well proportioned and I am very strong, I have spent a couple years kick-boxing before I injured myself last year and my father is a herbal supplement manufacturer, so I know my stuff. I have helped many of my friends and family get back into shape as well as customers I met while working at a health store. This is why I am here.
A couple months ago, I hit the lowest point of my life. I was date-raped by a close friend of mine. My apartment got broken into and all of my expensive stuff was gone. I was doing club drugs all the time and smoking instead of eating because I couldn't afford food. I knew if I didn't change my situation I would be dead by next year, so I cut off all of the people I was hanging out with, quit smoking and moved back in with my mother.
Next thing I knew, I was spending every free minute at home eating. I couldn't control myself. If I saw food, I ate it. I ate when I was hungry, mad, happy, sad, confused, whatever. At night, I would eat myself to sleep, then, I would wake up with terrible stomach aches and eat to soothe the pain. I watched the food network, I cooked for everyone all the time. I would bake cookies and eat them all myself (in my defense I really thought I would spare one or two, but I would end up eating them). I did the craziest things imaginable. I knew I was gaining weight, my clothing didn't fit anymore but it didn't bother me because I could still wear sweat pants. Instead of being addicted to cigarettes, I am now addicted to food, it's a blow to my ego but I am not afraid to admit it.
The proper name for this disorder is "Complusive Overeating", a medical condition to which you could recieve treatment at a mental institution. It is categorized as an eating disorder and suggests depression as an accomplice. Believing this is something I suffer from, I called my doctor and made an appointment. I should have spent that time and energy at the gym. His insight was hollow and his only suggestion was that I went on anti-depressants. Had he read the labels of what he prescribes, he'd understand that most of them make you gain weight and if I want to get more hungry I will indulge in marijuana, not zoloft.
If anyone feels they suffer from this or they know someone who is, google it first and get informed. Speak to a doctor, just don't talk to mine because he is an idiot.
This brings me to my next point and the conclusion of this very long post. I need support. I just want some people to talk to who will understand what I am going through. It's hard to lose weight but it's an invigorating challenge.
I wish everyone the best of luck on their journey.