History of Heavy

I am 27 years old, 5'7" and weigh 265 pounds.

I am the heaviest I've ever been. In high school, I thought I was too big. When I look at pictures from that time, I wish that I could have seen myself differently.

In 1999 I traveled to London, and came back in the best shape of my life, probably around 140 pounds.

I got my first REAL job, working customer service for a cell phone company. I sat at a desk all day. I moved out of my parents house, which meant I was doing my own grocery shopping and eating whatever.

My weight went up to 180. I felt heavy, but was not really unhappy with my weight. I maintained it for about five years. During college, I worked for 3 years at Borders Books, which meant being on my feet most of the time.

When I quit that job, I went back to working desk jobs. I gained 50 pounds in a year, and sat at 230 for a long while. I was fat. I looked at charts and saw the word 'obese'. Some days I didn't feel that big. Other days, I felt disgusting.

When I got pregnant with my son in 2005, I weighed 249 pounds, my heaviest ever. I was sick and didn't eat much for the first 5 months of pregnancy. I lost 50 pounds while I was pregnant.

I gained it all back.

Plus more.

Now I weigh 265 pounds.

My fat hinders my life. It makes me not want to be in pictures because my chin is fat. I can't chase my child around the way I want to. I have to ask for an extender on the airplane for my seatbelt. I can't shop at Old Navy anymore. I don't wear shorts. I sweat more than I used to when it's hot outside.

Here's what it looks like:

I can't go on like this.