Two hundred twenty pounds
It started with a year-long relationship, a house always stocked with candy and desserts, and the slow, comfortable kind of weight gain that doesn't feel like anything is wrong until suddenly it is. By the time it ended, I was tied with the heaviest I'd ever been in my life.
This wasn't the first time I'd been here. Years earlier I'd lost 55 lbs the strict way — watching every carb, eating bland chicken and rice meal after meal. I hated it. I knew going in that I wasn't doing that again.
So when the breakup hit, I didn't start a diet. I walked out the front door, made a right, and just kept going until I felt like turning around. It wasn't about losing weight at first — it was somewhere to put the thoughts I didn't know what to do with. The weight loss came later, almost as a side effect of something else I was building without realizing it.