Oh dear. A couple of years I was 15st 5lb and successfully lost weight over the course of a year. I went down to 10st 4lb. Unfortunately, at the time, my marriage was going through a very rough patch. Losing weight allowed me to bury my head in the sand and focus on something else. Anyway - long story short, successfully maintained weight for about a year or so, but after marriage thankfully got back on track (better than ever now), the weight has slowly, slowly crept back on. I have been a big fat pig. No denying. Not watched weight - not cared whatsoever tbh, until now when nothing fits me. I am back in all my old fat clothes. I look at my slim clothes and think oh my fucking god, did that fit me!!!! I would say the worst thing is when I was slim, I didn't appreciate what I had achieved. It was just something to take my mind off my woes. This sounds mad, but as I was going up a dress size, then another dress size, I was glad, because frankly, I associated being slim, with being miserable. But now I am a big fat fucker again. 14st 13lb. There I said it. Well fuck this!!! I know I can do it, albeit under different circs, but I can do it. I have to. Anyone who reads this, thank you. It is boring but needed somewhere to put all my thoughts.