Okay, let me start off by saying I've always been overweight. Fluxuated throughout my life from being a few lbs overweight to, about half a year ago, hitting 310 lbs. Combination of a nearly nonexistant metabolism, excessive depression and not doing anything for 3/4 of the year (due to my retarded thyroid, I'm really sensitive to extreme temperatures, especially in the summer).
When I was still being a girl, I didn't care much about my weight. It's always been an inconvenience really. Harder to find clothes that fit, harder to make them last, stuff like that. (That I can remember) I was never really depressed or anything about it, up until about a month or so ago.
And the dumb thing is NOTHING prompted it. No one's harassed me, I'd actually just started working out again, and it just...out of the blue started messing with me. To the point where I was convinced that our scale was broken, but only for me, because it said I was 260. I kept looking at myself thinking "I can't POSSIBLY be 260. I'm effing huge". Tried on a bunch of pants that haven't fit in years and they were loose on me again, took bunches of pictures to try and convince myself that I HAVE lost weight, but it still wouldn't get through my head. I've barely eaten in the past two weeks because of it, and I'm so damn ashamed to say that. This is so ridiculously out of character for me. I've always made jokes about my gut, but it never actually bugged me.
Out of the blue, man. Nobody's insulted me in a damn long time. I've been getting ridiculous amounts of compliments on a forum I frequent whenever I post new pictures, Julie keeps insisting that I've lost weight but I just feel like everyone's lying. I feel like I'm losing my damn mind.
It's not bad enough that I hate my chest, or my ID. No, I need to develop this completely random weight/eating issue now.
FFS, I'm actually starting to get HAPPY when I realize I'm so hungry I'm nauseous. I used to bitch at people to eat, cooking is one of my hobbies, one of my depression-ridding go-tos and I can't do it because I just get scared I'm going to eat. That's just...sick.
Coming from the family I came from, a huge Italian family with a serious love for food, I feel like I'm stabbing myself in the back or something. If my grandma was here, she'd kick my ass.
This is pissing me off/scaring me. I just wanted to know if this is common, or if anyone else has ever had this crop up out of nowhere like this?
It doesn't help that there's that whole stigma on weight issues that "only women obsess about their weight" making me feel more and more emasculated.