I have days when I can be amazingly good. I told my sister to hide all the treats where only she can find them. Good girl, she's done it. But why, when I know that I am hurting myself, can I not keep away from the bad things? I am on prozac and I'm not supposed to eat inbetween meals AT ALL, because it's supposed to be fixing my metabolism. Or speeding it up, maybe. I'm not sure. But I can't stop the cycle of depression-eating-more depression-more eating. I can't stop crying right now. I'm not a woman who can't walk because of her weight. But it's getting real bad. I can't stop. This hurts so much- I can't even step out of doors most days because I can't face people!!!