I’ve battled depression, anxiety, and obesity ever since I was a teen. I’ve finally gotten the first two under control, and now I’ve been doing my damndest to add up ‘little changes’ into a full diet overhaul.
My weight hasn’t changed, but I’m working on it. I see my doctor often, and I’m currently medically healthy, and moved away from pre-diabetic. But I’m still 300lb at 5’4” and I know that this oasis ain’t gonna last as I get older.
But I am so sick. Of people. On reddit, my current internet home. Utterly confused why overweight people don’t just ‘eat less.’ They understand depression now, oh they do. They understand what a battlefield it is to fight your way outta that hole when everything is hopeless. But then they turn right around and wonder why dieting is so hard. That’d be as if someone looked at them, incredulous, and asked why it’s so hard to get out of bed in the morning. Suicidal? What? Don’t you take joy in the sunset? How can you be depressed, I do yoga every day and it has me feeling better! Did you try to yoga away your depression?
I don’t even know what to say to these people. ‘Everybody’s struggles are thier own,, what worked for you might not work for someone else’? I should probably just ignore them, but I can’t help feeling hurt. This is a struggle, a worthy struggle, one I’m finding just as hard as depression. And I guess I’d like a little acknowledgement of that, instead of a ‘lol git gud scrub’
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