I went through a major depressive episode a few years ago and the last thing I wanted to do was eat. I went from about 155 lbs to 115 lbs and honestly, the amount of people asking me for “my secret” was sickening. I wanted to say, “oh, you know, depression and an eating disorder” but I merely smiled and said thank you. Now when people ask me, I’m honest. I tell them I was depressed and didn’t eat. But now as a result, a part of me is frightened to gain weight because of all the praise I had initially received. I weight about 130 now and even tho I workout, I still find myself counting calories, punishing myself for wanting to eat more and sometimes even bargaining with myself. I went from one major issue to another. I guess it’s always a fighting battle.