{"id":2405,"date":"2011-03-09T19:03:58","date_gmt":"2011-03-09T19:03:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/?p=2405"},"modified":"2018-05-15T09:59:28","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T16:59:28","slug":"depression-and-getting-too-skinny-from-guest-blogger-sheri-joi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/depression-and-getting-too-skinny-from-guest-blogger-sheri-joi\/","title":{"rendered":"Depression and Getting too Skinny! from Guest Blogger Sheri Joi"},"content":{"rendered":"

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After my divorce I fell into a depression.\u00a0 There were many harmful things about this state of mind for me but one of these was lack of eating.\u00a0 Some people use food for comfort when they are depressed, I am the opposite.\u00a0 When I am depressed I don\u2019t eat.\u00a0 I share custody of my children and the weeks that they were not with me I would literally lay in bed all week and not eat.\u00a0 Sometimes I would get up and look in the fridge but nothing looked good, nothing sounded good and it all seemed like way to much work just to eat.\u00a0 Even pouring a bowl of cereal seemed like too much work, I literally thought lifting the spoon to my mouth and having to chew was too much effort. It took me a long time to realize that I was sick and needed help.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I had never experienced depression in my life and it wasn\u2019t until I started pulling myself out of this hole that I understood how sick I really was. Many of my friends tell me that they wish they had this problem and that they would change places with me anytime.\u00a0 They sometimes will even get a little mean and say things like, oh yeah poor Sheri, she\u2019s so skinny, I feel so sorry for you\u2026.always in a sarcastic voice.\u00a0 This can be just as unhealthy as over eating.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

People told me I was looking very thin, I ignored them because society accepts thin and no one guessed that I had just stopped eating. \u00a0At this point I could see my ribs.\u00a0 I finally asked for help.\u00a0 Friends would text me daily and ask if I had eaten.\u00a0 One friend would text me constantly until I would finally go into the kitchen and eat something.\u00a0 I promised them I would not lie about my eating.\u00a0 I still find myself forgetting to eat some days but I constantly check in at regular meal times and ask myself, \u201cSheri?\u00a0 Have you eaten today?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 If it all seems like too much I know I better do a little checking in to see where I am mentally.\u00a0 I\u2019m much better now. \u00a0I have always loved food so I now I treat myself to food I enjoy and that is healthy for me.\u00a0 I\u2019ve gained the weight back and my depression is much better.\u00a0 I owe it to myself and my children to be healthy.<\/p>\n

Sheri Joi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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After my divorce I fell into a depression. There were many harmful things about this state of mind for me but one of these was lack of eating. Some people use food for comfort when they are depressed, I am the opposite. When I am depressed I don\u2019t eat. I share custody of my children and the weeks that they were not with me I would literally lay in bed all week and not eat. Sometimes I would get up and look in the fridge but nothing looked good, nothing sounded good and it all seemed like way to much work just to eat. Even pouring a bowl of cereal seemed like too much work, I literally thought lifting the spoon to my mouth and having to chew was too much effort. It took me a long time to realize that I was [ Read More ]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2405"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2405"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2405\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11734,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2405\/revisions\/11734"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2405"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2405"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2405"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}