
This sucker spans from my 20th birthday (2002) through my 30th (next spring). It's interesting to notice the shifts and jumps, and realize how they line up with stressful events.
Summer of '03 - graduated college/moved/started grad school (gain 10 pounds)
Winter of '04/05 - comprehensive exams (another 10 pounds).
'06-'07 - moderately successful dieting.
About 4 years of my life where I fluctuated around the same 10 pounds. Then my (now) husband and I got engaged and moved in together - oops!
First year living together - 40 pounds!
Concerted effort to lose before the wedding, and basically plateau'd.
First year of marriage - another 30 pounds!
Had a baby - lost 20! Greatest diet I've ever been on!
Now I've gained 40 pounds in the 10 months of my daughter's life. Between nursing hunger and short nights and busy days, I've had my hands full... but I'm ready to change things up before I'm worse off than I already am!
However, I find it both amazing and horrifying that I've allowed my husband to have such an effect on my lifestyle!

) and struggle everyday for dont fell of the wagon... Good thing is now im more focus on me and make time everyday for exercise. 


). Eventually I got a wake-up call that I really did need to start looking at my habits. I tried doing it so many times WITH DH but eventually he'd give up and then I'd follow. I finally told myself that no matter what he does I'm going to lose this weight, and I have. He's still not completely ready to do that yet (although he's stopped and started many, many times) but I'm glad that I didn't let that hold me back. 