I packed on weight when I moved in with my first boyfriend and we first started having problems, which actually got much worse than I was willing to admit. I was at my most miserable when I bloated up to my highest weight. Coincidence? We all know the vicious cycle of eating too much of the wrong things because we're miserable, and being miserable because we're eating too much of the wrong things. I really wasn't happy back then, and I guess I kept eating while I tried to convince myself things were better than they actually were.
I'd already struggled with my weight as it was, but I gained over 80 pounds in the span of two years.
And when I finally got off my duff and started to lose the weight, the BF fought me every step of the way. While I lost a fair amount I still had a ways to go when I hit my plateau. We've since broken up, and I'm now much happier with a guy that's much more supportive of me. And just recently I've manage to lose a bit more . . .
Anyway, I made an interesting realization today. Since I'm back in my 270's again, I'm right at the weight I was back when I was still single! In a strange way, it brings a certain amount of closure to a very dark period in my life.
I have a feeling things will keep getting better.