I can commiserate. I haven't left my mom's house in months. Prior to graduating from high school, I was an overweight kid. Then, I went to college and got into jogging and burned it all off. I stayed healthy and "fit" for some years then the depression came; I gained some weight back. I didn't become overweight, but some family members annoyingly pointed out that I'd gained weight. Then a couple of years later, I started Depakote. That drug really screwed me. I gained like 30-40 lbs within a couple of months. Again, people annoyingly pointed it out, but this time their comments were more hurtful. Presently, because of my current psychological state, I don't take care of myself the way I did in the past. I've always had self-esteem issues because of my body, but now, knowing that I'd persevered and lost so much weight to only have ballooned back up, is very depressing. A couple of months ago I overheard my mom talking. She said: "...he used to be so slender and looked so handsome." Looked? Thanks, mom.