I have been depressed for almost two weeks now. At first, I was trying to deny it, but it got even worse and I have not even gotten out of my bed much for a week.

Even before I date the start of my depression, I was complaining about how my Seroquel XR has caused me to binge eat many days. But since the depression has really showed itself very clearly, I am binge eating most days.

My husband planned a vacation for us in Florida next week. The thought of it is stressing me out so much, but I've tried not to say it, even though my husband knows I'm depressed. I did manage to do some vacation preparation today, all along eating something. But I tried to eat fairly innocent foods all day, but then I couldn't take the yearning for sweet carbs. I made a quick cranberry walnut pie in response. Luckily, I only had half the amount of cranberries needed, so I made a 4 serving pie instead of an 8 serving pie. Within about 1 hour, I ate the whole thing. The first slice tasted so extremely delicious that it gave me some pleasure and seemed like self-medication. Then I decided to have the second. Then I didn't give a damn, and put the last two slices on my plate heaped with whipped cream. I gobbled them down and now I'm finally full. Of course that was a whole day's calories just eating that. Now I'm so depressed that I don't think I can manage cooking any kind of dinner.

I'm embarrassed to tell my husband what I did so I am going to wash the dish and put it away as if the baking never happened.

When we're on vacation hubby will be there almost every minute so I doubt I'll get away with binge eating. I'm kind of relieved in a way. This was almost like a last hoorah.

[zbmom]

I stress eat and binge sometimes. I hide it from others too. It just makes you feel worse to tell people. I hope you can let yourself enjoy the vacation and not get stressed about packing and such.

[UpDownAround]

I binged on Chocolate Moose Tracks ice cream one time, getting a little more and a little more until the carton was so near empty that I knew someone would say something, so I finished it, snuck the carton under stuff in the trash and bopped over to the store for another. There had been some already eaten out of the other carton, so I had to eat some out of the new one. I may have ended up eating over a half gallon of some of the richest ice cream you can get. This happened while depressed also. You are not alone. A lot of what I am trying to lose now was from binges. A *lot*.