I have always been on the chubby side.  I remember as a child being told "You're Fat, you need to loose weight" by Grandparents and "Pinch an Inch, well maybe more then an inch" by an Uncle.  Those words have always haunted me through the years and still do to this day.  I was always about 15-20 pounds over the "norm."  Leaving home and going to college had the opposite effect on me as it does on most people.  I was as happy as I could be and I actually lost 10 pounds or so.  

In my early 20's I abused laxitives for about a summer.  After loosing about 10 pounds by absolutely torturing myself I figured that route was not going to work for me and I stopped taking them.  I hovered around 135 -140 for several years.  By my mid-20's I was feeling pretty comfortable with myself and figured that if I could maintain my weight I would be fine. 

2008 rolls around and I meet my future husband.  We met on-line, ended up living 3 minutes from each other and were together pretty much all the time after our first "blind date."  The first month of dating, I immediately gained 15 pounds.  We got married 6 months later and also moved out of state during this time so he could earn his Master's degree.  I gained another 10 during that time.  After my husband finished school, we moved once again for his new job and I have gained about 5 pounds a year ever since.  So, I have gone from 135 to 202 in 10 years time.  

There are many reasons that contributed to my weight gain, moving away from friends and family, fighting PCOS, going through fertility treatments (which didn't last long as we decided adoption was for us) and just plain over eating and making bad choices.  Now I am ready to take matters in my own hands and get this taken care of once and for all.  I do not want to spend the next half of my life batteling my weight as I have thus far, there are just too many other things I would rather be doing and enjoying!