I’m a 29 year old tubby lady who let herself go. I used to weigh 120 pounds and then, 9 years ago, it changed. I got married, got pregnant, lost the baby and then my body went insane. It was a really late miscarriage as I was in my second trimester. It was horribly traumatizing and took a very long time to get over… For whatever reason, I started packing on the pounds. I hadn’t changed my diet, though. In fact, I went on an eating strike. I was sure that I could starve to death. After I lost the baby, I stayed in my bed, lights out, for over a month. I don’t remember getting up, to be honest. Did I shower? I don’t know! Did I pee the bed? Nah… I’m sure it wasn’t THAT bad. But that whole time in my life is a blur and something I don’t like to think about. I emerged only because we got evicted. The Hubs had gone on a depression-streak, too and quit his job. We were both just THAT devastated that we didn’t care. I was 20, he was 19. What can you expect from mere children? So, when I came out and finally had to look at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t understand who was looking back at me. Finally, at about 3 months past the miscarriage, I had gained 70 pounds. In 3 months. I went from a 34 B to a 36DDD. Something was wrong. I finally went to the doctor and she said I had PCOS, which I deny to this day… Sort of… I went on to have 2 deliciously healthy babies. You don’t do that, easily, with PCOS. So, yes, I do have some symptoms, but I believe it was just the fact that I was starving myself. Or something to that effect. All I know is that I’m now a giant fatty. When I had my last daughter, I went home and weighed myself. I was 180. Today, I’m at 238. I have 63 pounds total to lose until I can get pregnant again. This will not be an easy thing, but it will be worth it! I HAVE to do this. I’m WORTH this! My KIDS are worth it!