So, a little history... I have a long history of bad mental health, but I've only really been overweight for a few years now. However, in more ways than one, my mind and my weight seem to go hand-in-hand. After I gained this extra weight I started to get very depressed. The more depressed I became, the more I ate, and the more weight I gained.
So, my nurse put me on Zoloft, for the depression. I felt a little better, I guess, but one of the side-effects of Zoloft is weight-gain. It's a double edged sword. The worse I felt, the more Zoloft I was given. The more Zoloft I took the more weight I gained and the worse I felt.
Finally, after a few years and about 50 pounds later (heavier), I begged my nurse for something else. So, in December of 2011, we decided to switch from Zoloft to Wellbutrin. When I read the possible side effects of Wellbutrin, I was pleased to see weight loss was on the list. Hallelujah!
It's been years since I made a New Year's resolution, but I decided 2012 is the year for me to get better, mentally and physically. With the switch in meds, I'm feeling better, but I realize I need to do everything in my power to lose weight. I tried Weight Watchers a few years ago and after a year I stopped losing weight, I wasn't at a point I was happy with, and then they started the new Points Plus and I hated it, so I quit. I acquired a sort of "whatever" attitude.
So, as of right in late December, I started getting on the treadmill and walking. I started right off doing 30 minutes at a time. The first few weeks I only did it a few days each week. Now I'm doing five days a week! I'm also finding that walking and sweating and getting my blood pumping is really helping my mental health. I just feel clearer-headed and happier. It all goes hand-in-hand.
I've been having a little battle with the scales. Before I started the treadmill, I weighed myself and I was at the heaviest I've ever been in my life. How depressing! Just a month after starting on the treadmill I weighed myself again and I was down almost 10 pounds. Then, a few days later, I weighed myself again and my weight was back up, then I weighed myself again and it was down, then back up, then back down. What the hell?!
So I waited a few weeks and just last night decided to weigh myself again. I reluctantly got on the scales and waited as the zeros flashed, waiting to reveal my weight. Surprise! I'm now at my lowest weight in about two years! I've decided I'll just keep that low number in my head. I'm going to stay off the scales and stay on the treadmill.