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I came up with around 4,400. Largely due to the fact that I could easily kill about one and a half two-liter bottles of cherry Coke in a day by myself. I am shocked that I topped out at "only" 220 pounds while I was doing this to myself.

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My first practical lab in mortuary school. My group of five had a complicated first case (long bone and skin donor) but the other table had a morbidly obese woman. I would estimate she was close to if not a bit over 400 pounds. Her arteries were so shot that trying to raise and inject through any of them was extremely…

I keep mine closed for the same reason I don't get on the scale every day; I think doing otherwise would make me obsessive to an unhealthy degree. Knowing that someone is paying attention to what I eat leads to paranoia which leads to dishonesty and general emotional grossness. No thank you. Having said that, I eat much…

It's a great feeling when this day comes around...not necessarily great for the wallet, though. :) Congratulations!

Minus 64 pounds so far. Also minus a mustache.

I was hoping to get rid of some, but no. The rest of me shrank, but I'm a 34 DD. Alas.

5"6. Left me is hovering around 200, size 18 pants and that sweater was a 2XL. Right is me at 139. Medium shirt and size 6 skirt.

Any man who gets so drunk in public that he explosively vomits all over you and then cries and begs for a wet wipe so mommy...errr, you...can clean him up is no man at all. True facts.

For me it was fine straight off the bat, but there was no love there by the time my divorce was final. No hate either, just apathy. I throw myself a divorce-iversary party every year on the date the paperwork was finalized just because I'm happy to be out of a bad situation, and the actual wedding anniversary is just…

Right now my job is looking for a job, but once I get one I'll be a mortician. Finished school recently and I adore this field.

Yes, but keeping active keeps the anxiety and panic tamped down quite nicely, for me. Part of the fluttery heartbeat panic attack freakout is being hyper-aware of my heartbeat. It may not be any higher than usual, but I just pay more attention to it when I'm getting out of control. I've learned to stop what I'm doing and…

5"6. Left is the awful picture that sent me into a downward spiral of shame after a friend posted it on Facebook. I was probably hovering around 200 there. Size 18 pants and that sweater was a 2XL. Right is me at 142. Medium shirt and size 8 jeans.

1. Cheez-Its 2. Peanut Butter cups 3. Soda (not a food, but banned nonetheless!) 4. Pizza 5. My "I can't believe I ever ate you", so bad but so damn good food: Baconnaise.

You became a stone cold fox! Nicely done.

Peanut butter is my Achilles heel.

When I got my driver's license last summer, I lied and told them I was 175. I shaved about 20 pounds off. Now I'm 33 pounds lighter than the lie weight and the picture barely resembles me. I won't have to renew it until 2017 and every time I look in my wallet I'm grossed out by my former self.

Whoa, cool! We started on the exact same day (9/21/12). Get it, girl!

Yes! I track gum, for crying out loud. But for me I can either be honest and private or public and paranoid about judgment from others, so I keep mine locked down tight.

I knew. A combination of me being a crack detective and my ex being a bumbling loser who couldn't tell a lie to save his life. It was all rather comedic, actually.

Just one, but it is applicable to this and so much else for me: This is not as hard as you're making it out to be. Stop overthinking and just do it already. It took forever for me to get out of denial about my weight and then to get over the terror of "Oh god, I screwed up big time and now I'm stuck like this forever!"…

On the left, about a year and a half ago, around 200 pounds wearing size 18 pants and a 2XL cardigan. I had already dropped about 20 pounds at that point just from not being miserable on a daily basis post-divorce. The right is last week at 142, size 8 jeans and a medium shirt. I'm 5"6.

5"6. Left is the awful picture that sent me into a downward spiral of shame after a friend posted it on Facebook. I was probably hovering around 200 there. Size 18 pants and that sweater was a 2XL. Right is me a few days ago at 142. Medium shirt and size 8 jeans.

Hi folks! I just finished the tenth day of level 2 today. Moving on to 3 tomorrow. I'm not sure I look any different and my scale is stubbornly refusing to move, but I love how much stronger I feel at this point. My goal is to make it through the next ten, then start over with heavier weights. Definitely proud of myself…

The me with the mustache is from July 2011, hovering around 200. The second me is a few days ago at 152.

I have this problem something awful. I am down a total of 47 pounds now (4 pre-MFP) and I feel like a fraud when people ask how much I've lost. I feel like I ought to be able to see more of a difference than I can. I take lots of pictures and can see the difference there, but I rationalize that as being due to flattering…

I would say dead. Dead is definitely too old. If you're not there yet, go for it.

Went through mortuary school. The first lab we did, the other group had a morbidly obese case. I glanced over at one point and saw the instructor's hand buried past the wrist digging for the femoral artery. While everyone else around me was loudly proclaiming their desire never to eat meat again, I vowed never to get that…

Gaming made me fat, too! Now I approach working out like it's a big game, setting little mini goals for myself like I'm on some crazy quest. Best of luck to you!