I was miserable.

I kept trying to lose the weight and I kept failing. I blamed this tumor in my brain and the pcos and everything except for me.

In September I was my heaviest ever at 317 pounds. I hit rock bottom and I was going through a break up with my fiancée of nine years.

In October I moved into my own place.
I started buying my own food
paying attention to myself
I landed a second job as a massage therapist
I was finally happy. I never even looked at a scale and I didn’t until one of my friends looked at me and said that I needed a new bra because the one I had was not supporting me properly.

I went home and tried to adjust it in a mirror but nothing was working at all… because the cup size had changed. I stepped on the scale it read 288.

My clothes size hasn’t changed much. I merely fit into them now which is why I did not notice anything. But my bra size went to a D instead of a DD, My shoe size went from a 10 or 9 1/2 wide to a size 9. I have stopped getting wedgies from my undies and I can wear high heels again.

I let go of a toxic relationship and that letting go translated physically as well.

SW 317
CW 288
GW 140