Oh my, I'm kind of the other way around. I've never had problems with depression though, so I can't related in that arena.
Though I don't like being overweight, I don't hate it. In a way it's comforting and secure. I was always slim till after my 3rd kid when I gained weight and went up to 165 lbs. A few years later my husband died and I got down to 120.
Along with that 120 came tons and tons of male attention, something I wasn't used to. I didn't know if someone liked me because I was a hot chicky or cause of me.
That was answered soon enough when I started to gain weight and went back up to 155.
A while after that I did Weight Watchers and lost down to 130 lbs. Ah, the men came out of the wood work again. I was a babe at my class reunion, even heard some guys talking about my bod.
So of course I gained again...right back up to 155.
Now I'm starting Atkins and just wish I'd meet someone before I got slim. I don't hate my body fat...it's lush and voluptuous. I have breasts and curves (and too much belly
). I'll wear shorts or a bikini swimming. I feel like my body is going to waste (no relationship means no sex).
So part of me is scared to be slim again, cause I know what happens. I know it's my problem, and not other people's...but I'm beginning to think I sabotage myself.