Food Issues
I am gaining weight again. I'm not sure how much but I can feel it. I feel uncomfortable and heavy and self-conscious. Maybe I'm just freaking out. Who knows. I don't own a scale because I get really obsessive when I have one.
I never really feel full, I always feel snacky. It's driving me crazy. I feel hungry all the time. Nothing is helping, either - drinking a big glass of water, tea, coffee, nothing. I've all but given up soda, I'm giving up alcohol again, I have almost entirely cut meat out of my diet and I don't know what else to do. Even when I eat nothing but salad I still eat too much and gain.
No, I don't have the money for a gym membership and don't say "just get out and exercise" or I will fucking cut you from this friends list so fast you won't even realize what's happening. This is part of a mental health problem. It's hard for me to even get out of bed sometimes (mentally) so if you think that saying "just get up and do it!" is going to mean anything to me besides "I don't understand your problems, Kristin" you're wrong.
I try and eat as healthily as I can, but it isn't helping.
When I was younger I basically survived on coffee, cloves and scones and lost a lot of weight. I'm not going that route again because that is bullshit.
I think it's my meds - I switched to a new medication around the time that the weight gain started. Fail. Antidepressants and antianxiety medication are worth nothing to me if it means that I will either be fat or be miserable and (feel) hungry.
And as whiny and female (yes, I mean that in a derogatory way) as it makes me feel to say this, I'd probably kill someone if it meant I could weigh 120 again.
I never really feel full, I always feel snacky. It's driving me crazy. I feel hungry all the time. Nothing is helping, either - drinking a big glass of water, tea, coffee, nothing. I've all but given up soda, I'm giving up alcohol again, I have almost entirely cut meat out of my diet and I don't know what else to do. Even when I eat nothing but salad I still eat too much and gain.
No, I don't have the money for a gym membership and don't say "just get out and exercise" or I will fucking cut you from this friends list so fast you won't even realize what's happening. This is part of a mental health problem. It's hard for me to even get out of bed sometimes (mentally) so if you think that saying "just get up and do it!" is going to mean anything to me besides "I don't understand your problems, Kristin" you're wrong.
I try and eat as healthily as I can, but it isn't helping.
When I was younger I basically survived on coffee, cloves and scones and lost a lot of weight. I'm not going that route again because that is bullshit.
I think it's my meds - I switched to a new medication around the time that the weight gain started. Fail. Antidepressants and antianxiety medication are worth nothing to me if it means that I will either be fat or be miserable and (feel) hungry.
And as whiny and female (yes, I mean that in a derogatory way) as it makes me feel to say this, I'd probably kill someone if it meant I could weigh 120 again.