I am 54 years old and at my heaviest weight ever. Never thought I would top the 300 mark. 6 years ago, I lost my 27 y/o son to the numerous rare diseases he fought since birth. When he died, I lost my identity. All I knew was to be Galen's Mom. It has destroyed me and my weight has just piled on. About 100 lbs in that time. It was already climbing the last 9 years of his life after a major health problem caused him to become a quadriplegic. So for 15 years depression and stress have really taken it's toll. Now I have to fight my way back. I will be 55 in August, and would like to be less than 250 by then. That is a sad goal to have, but it is a step in the right direction.