I lost 60 pounds a few years ago and felt great. I looked great. I didn’t even realize my dad was showing a picture of me to me and actually went “omg that’s me! I was about to ask who that was!”
Then stress started slowly, and I mean slowly, started creeping back to me. Work. Home. Car. Animals. Computer. Relationship. Anything and everything you could think of just seemed to start rolling down hill. I gained all my weight back. That’s ok, I can do it again.
Then April of last year happened and it changed my life forever. I had a seizure on my kitchen floor for 7 minutes. Then another 4 weeks later. Then another 3 months after that resulting in a huge car accident with a few broken ribs and part of my nose ripped off (you’d never know by looking at me though! I healed nicely). And then two more right after one another just two weeks ago. And I think I figured out what’s causing them but I don’t go to my neuro until tomorrow.
I’m so stressed and so sad and so upset all I do is eat and eat and eat and eat. And cry and cry and cry. I can’t stop (yes I know I can but I’m a bit of an emotional disaster ATM so I don’t need the reminders in the comments). My anti seizure meds make me exhausted and sad as fuck but so far they’ve worked. I was doing so good up until I had my last seizures. All my tests have come back normal. I’ve had more blood work than I’ve ever had in my entire life and they cannot find anything wrong. At 350 pounds (last time I checked, up 70 from my highest when I lost it last time) 5’ 9” female and 30, my doctor said to me “according to your bloodwork you’re as healthy as someone half your weight, I just don’t know what’s wrong.”
I had just gotten my license back too and was searching for a new car. I’m an anxious mess. And going to therapy hasn’t worked for me, it makes me more panicked (I was drugged and raped by a doctor and have no trust in them. It took me several neuros to find the one I’m with now that I trust). I emotionally eat and I don’t know how to stop. I can’t tell you what my triggers are. I mean yeah I can say the obvious of stress but I’ve always been able to cope and it just seems so far out of reach to me right now.
I don’t know if I’m asking for help or am just sulking at the moment.
I guess, for those who stress eat, how do you deal?
I do good for a couple days and then it’s like all of a sudden I see the food and just pound it down and have to tell myself to stop. I never feel full, I just feel like I’ve got this void that I’m trying to fill and food makes it feel better when nothing else does.
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