I'm having a week a feeling defeated.  Primarily because I feel like every effort I make to try and pull myself out my depression crashes and burns.  Somehow everything I attempt to do to change my life seems to leave me feeling more alone.

The biggest example right now is the career coach.  I was first disappointed by the fact that I would never actually meet her in person.  All of her coaching is done by phone, unless you have a huge amount of money to spend a whole weekend with her at a hotel.  Weird.  And the group coaching plan she thought would be great for me had been a complete dud, even by her own admission.  It's an hour per week on the phone with two or three other coachees, none of whom are very interesting, or even very interested, in my opinion.  They never do the assignments, they generally have little to contribute, and they certainly aren't interested in anyone else's issues.  But the bigger problem is that so far, 99% of the "program" we've gone through involves things I already know, and it doesn't appear that the rest of it is going to give me any fabulous new insight either, even doing a few private sessions with the coach for the last few weeks.  I think it is literally going to be a waste of $1500.  I think the only lesson I'm really going to learn from it is that I need to learn to trust myself more -- I really do know what I'm going to have to do (i.e., get off my ass, meet more people, take those damn computer classes again, and probably sign up with more recruiters.)  No one else has any genius ideas.

My next biggest disappointment has been signing up with another animal rescue group based on getting to know one of the girls in my building who does it too.  While I certainly enjoy being back at Petsmart with the cats, it's not nearly the same experience when you're doing it by yourself, which is how this group has it set up currently.  And they are also just as disorganized as my former group, which is disappointing as well.  I had hoped that my friend from downstairs and I would be able to work together to solve some of this, but lately she has seemed less interested in doing this, so I've backed off a bit so as not to appear overeager on either the "new girl takes over" front or the "desperate for friendship" front.  (As I've been on the other side of the latter, I know how annoying it is!)  But, as usual, I am impatient with the disorganization, as well as how slowly the social aspect of it all is going.

I'm also frustrated right now with my intuitive eating process.  While I think I've made decent strides at the first few steps of it -- allowing all foods, not berating myself for eating, noticing my physical hunger and full signs -- I still suck at being able to stop eating when I am full.  Because somehow to me, comfortably full does not alway equal satisfied.  A part of me, generally the part they refer to as "mouth hunger" - because it's based on taste, almost always wants to keep going.  And while I have not been on a scale since the doctor's office, I know I am still slowly gaining weight.  And I have not been able to make myself exercise yet, though I have no idea why, as I have mentally given myself permission to walk as little and as slowly as I want.  (Actually, that's a lie.  I do have some idea why.  It's because I am so damn tired at the end of the day -- a combined result of pure boredom at my job all day and the extra meds I'm on now -- that all I want to do is nap as soon as I get home, which is usually what I do.)

I know IE is a process, and can take a long time to learn, but my impatience is definitely not helping me out with it.  Plus, having my physical looming at the end of next month, and the family beach trip in July, I have several things on the horizon that I feel will damage my current calm approach.  And again, I feel like I am pretty much alone in this as well because I don't have anyone to talk to about it.  Even the online community for it responds to everything with "just love yourself", which is good advice in general, is not enough for me.  I've been trying to find some real life IE support groups in town, but the only one I've found is at an inpatient eating disorders clinic which I think would not be at all what I'm looking for.

I guess I am just really sad that even when I go out and make efforts to change things, none of it ever seems to pan out.   And maybe part of the problem is trying to do too much at once -- fixing the job problem, the social problem and the eating problem all at once.  Because it does feel somewhat exhausting.  But all of these things sort of came up at the same time, and at a time where I really felt I HAD to do SOMETHING about my life, so I don't think I could have said no to any of them.  I just wish even one of them were really making a serious difference in how I feel.