There was one point in my life where my regular jeans started to get painful along the middle as I sat down (I'm an apple shape), so when I was home I would simply unfasten them. That would add extra pressure to the zipper, which would then break on me.
Unfortunately, I think I was in too much denial to put two and two together. Instead, I would go buy new jeans. When I got sick of how the zippers kept breaking on me, I started buying those fake Walmart jeans with the elastic waists instead of realizing that my stomach had to be growing. And boy, did it ever!
Then how many months later I went shopping with a friend and realized that none of the plus size jeans at the store were big enough to fit me, and when I got around to weighing myself, I realized I was no longer a 250 pound girl. I was a 360 pound girl.
I've always been a big girl and have never known what it's like to be at a normal weight, so I don't think it phased me much when 22/24 jeans first stopped fitting me. But when I realized that 28's wouldn't fit and made myself get on the scale, I was shocked that I'd let myself get anywhere over 300. Looking back at a handful of old photos I never realized at the time how big I'd gotten. It's still hard to believe now, but I guess I saw what I wanted to. It probably didn't help that I didn't own a full-length mirror.
Anyway, I think I was in denial over that 110 pound gain as I was completely, utterly depressed in so many areas of my life. I'm so glad I've since been able to lose most of it, and once I get back down to 250 again I'll be refocusing on moving past a difficult mental barrier; I've only gotten under that number three times in my life.