So allow me to vent for a second.
I worked all last august through october to lose fifteen pounds. I ran a mile every day and was looking great. I went to my doctor and told him that I have an anxiety problem, and that I felt as though I needed medicine for it. He decides i’m depressed, which is crap. I have anxiety, I have crying spells, but i’m not depressed. Anyways, so he puts me on this depression medicine. Well, I’m on it for a month and a half, and while i’m on it I notice that my mood swings aren’t nearly as often, and that I’m feeling happier, but I’m eating all the time. Eat Eat Eat. Like from when I wake up to when I go to sleep, constantly hungry. Which is not usually how I am. So in the span of A month and a half I go from 165 to 180 Like that. The snap of a finger. We’re talking gaining back all the weight I had lost. and I go to my doctor, and I say, listen. This medicine makes me not sleep, eat constantly, and makes me not ever wanna have sex. Am I going to be more unhappy fat and not having sex, or more unhappy off the meds. So I quit taking them. He decided that i’m uncooperative and sends me to a psychiatrist who tells me i’m not depressed and I have anxiety problems. I gained fifteen pounds for nothing. Bastard.
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