You know, looking back, I didn’t know how just how depressed I really felt. You couldn’t tell from my everyday demeanor. It was daily business as usual, as far as I was concerned. My family couldn’t tell, and my friends couldn’t tell either. My job performance didn’t suffer. I was just me all the way.
Then a strange thing happened. One day, after losing A LOT of weight and keeping the weight off for months and months, I realized that I no longer felt depressed. No one could tell there was this different me. But I could tell. Pardon the stupid pun, but I felt lighter, A LOT lighter.
What must have been the case when I was carrying around all that additional weight is that I, and everyone who knew me, knew me and accepted me as I was. We all shifted the norm for me so that no one could see my pain, not even me.
I was surprised that when I dropped all the weight no one, not even I, saw how much better I felt. It only dawned on me after months and months of good weight-loss management.
While my friends, family, and co-workers didn’t notice that my depression had lifted, they certainly noticed that I lost all that weight.
And here’s the strangest thing of all. They all seemed A LOT happier, and less depressed around me.

