I quit taking Zoloft six months ago. The "experts" don't recommend you quit cold turkey, but I did because I was desperate. I thought the Zoloft was making me fat and I decided that I would rather be an unhappy skinny person than a blissed-out fat person. Yeah, there were probably other factors at work like my love for Cherry Garcia, but I had always eaten ice cream with abandon and never worried about fitting into my jeans.
But I know Zoloft is to blame for some of my weight gain because my weight fluctuated so wildly while I was on it. In the first two weeks of taking it, I lost eleven pounds. It was all downhill from there and I gained twenty-four pounds in three months with no changes in my eating or exercise habits.
I quit taking it but there was no change in my weight. So, I went back on it because, hello, I was still depressed. I experienced another ten pound weight loss and for awhile I actually began to think Zoloft was making me lose weight and if I just stuck with it that I would easily lose the twenty pounds of baby weight I was still carrying. Eighteen months later, I was FORTY pounds overweight. After two years on Zoloft, I had ballooned from a size 4 to a size 14. I stopped taking Zoloft midway through the first of six refills and I haven't looked back.
I upped my exercising and vowed to be a more conscientious eater. I lost ten pounds. Not good enough. To date, I'm still fat and very, very depressed about it. So I'm ready to try a new drug. One that I have heard will help my depression and also help me lose weight. I won't name the drug here, it doesn't matter, because I've already decided to try it. I am a desperate woman. I need some results. I miss my skinny jeans. I miss my cute dresses. But most of all, I miss the girl I used to be before I became a fat chick.