amyth, good grief, that's awful. I'm sorry that happened. Weight gain is a small problem in comparison.
Wellbutrin was making my hands shake, to the point my sister noticed it. I was jittery and anxious, but I wasn't able to tell if it was the Wellbutrin or my circumstances. If not for the shaking hands, I might not have realized the drug was contributing to my anxiety and irritability.
I gained weight after going on SSRIs. But I also got older, and stopped exercising as much as I did in my 20s. So it's hard to say if I can attribute 5 pounds to SSRIs, or 50.
I just can't believe I gained over 100 pounds in my late 20s/early 30s just because I stopped going to the gym. 20 pounds, sure. 110? No.
Non-related question, how do you cook hot dogs? Boil them, fry them, drop them in hot cheese?
I am currently frying them, and I recalled that my mom boiled them.
Grill.
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Both are acceptable ways to cook a hot dog. I always preffered fried to boiled (though grilled, if an option, is my favorite).
Boiled, with steamed buns.
I used to be thin. I gained 100 pounds after I was put on SSRIs. Not one doctor told me weight gain might be a side effect. I'm bitter, all right.
Me too, but again, I don't know how much is SSRI. When my mom was my age she was about a size 14, and seriously yo-yo dieted. Pre- SSRI I was a 12 without doing anything and a 4 when eating well and exercising. Now I am a 16 when eating well and exercising and a 20 when eating mildly badly. The thing that made me thing a lot of it was the SSRI is that I gained 80 pounds the year I went on it. The remaining 20 I fluctuate.
I just cook them dry in a hot skillet.
Disclosure: 90% of the time I cook hotdogs, they are sliced in preparation for being added to Kraft mac and cheese.
I have never cooked a hot dog, because I hate them. My grandmother baked them until they looked like burnt shriveled old man fingers.
I like them boiled, but S. and my dad always fry them, cut open. And sometimes grill them, I guess, in the summer.
To all of America's crazy people: Can we stop random shootings for awhile?
Seriously.
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