I’m like most chronic dieters: i’ve lost hundreds of pounds over the years. Sometime in 2012 I reached my lowest weight in about 15 years — 310 pounds. As a trip to Paris approached, I was closing in on that elusive number that I craved — anything below 300. I missed it and by the time I returned from Paris, I’d added a few pounds back on. By the following summer of 2013, I’d gained back 50 pounds. So proud.
My weight here is 385 pounds, or my heaviest weight ever.
And then about six months later…
At my thinnest (and proudest) at the Paris Opera House. My favorite photo from that trip.
I’m somewhere in between that now. I don’t know how much weight it adds, but shame and regret make me feel heavier every day.
No scale check today. Still hungry.