“So my dear, what are you doing about this depression?” My doctor asks me. I’m laying on my back on a cold table, with only a thin gown covering me, preparing for my annual women’s exam; I feel vulnerable, and a little surprised. Of course, I knew I was sad, and I thought about lying on my pre-appointment form that I filled out on my mental health, but some small part of me told you not to. “Is the weight gain because of your depression?” My doctor continued. Man, like a 1-2 punch. “I’m doing yoga, I’m trying to find a nice therapist, I didn’t like my last one,” I mumble, a little embarrassed, “And yea, I’ve gained some weight because of the depression.” She launches into telling me about a wonderful therapist she knows, gives me a recommendation, and some advice on healthy eating. I look at my stomach…
