For what it's worth, what's way more uncomfortable for me than seeing how heavy I was is seeing how unhappy I was. I don't think I genuinely smiled in any of these photos. And I remember how awful I felt...
1990 or 1991, around 200 pounds (19 or 20 years old here):
June 2000, in Wisconsin, around 195-200 pounds (28 years old):
Same vacation, but in Ohio:
Also in 2000, around 195-200 pounds:
10/31/00 Around 200 pounds, my 1st wedding anniversary in Boston:
05/15/04 Around 200 pounds (that dress was from Old Navy, I don't remember the sizing but I'm sure it was the largest one they had)
Same trip, spring 2004. I can't get over the size of my face:
Summer 2004, around 200 pounds (with my friend Veronica):
Late 2004 with my Grandma Margie (RIP), I'm guessing just over 200 pounds:
08/06/05 Approx 185 and wearing my ex-husband's jeans (I didn't have any of my own jeans, since buying them was next to impossible):
June 2006, around 195-200 pounds (this dress was from Ann Taylor, size 14)
08/04/06 Approx 195-200 pounds (Those pants were from Ann Taylor Loft, size 16. Top was an Extra Large):
09/15/06 I remember this night. I was supposed to go out and *nothing* fit me. I felt horrible all night. The lining inside my skirt was ripped. It was clinging to me in ways it should not have been. I almost didn't even go out. This is 3 days before I joined Weight Watchers for what would be the last time -
09/16/06 Approx 195-200 pounds, just 2 days before I joined Weight Watchers for the final time (That dress is a size 14. I still have it and want to photograph myself in it now, 65 pounds smaller than shown here!)

















