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Because I know you're all interested, here's a history of my weight:

1989-1993: I never weighed myself because I never cared. Those were the days. Here's what my school-week diet looked like: no breakfast, Starburst and a soda for lunch, whatever I wanted for dinner. Healthy right? Perhaps needless to say, I was pretty thin. Also slightly woozy all the time from lack of sustenance.

UNO (dorm living): I was on a meal plan that only allowed for two meals a day, which meant I was constantly faced with the challenge of having to decide which meal I shoud skip. Turns out it wasn't very challenging at all, because by the time I hauled my lazy, well, you know, out of bed in the morning, it was already time for lunch. Unfortunately, breakfast was the only meal that was palatable (except for crawfish day, but that only happened once a semester), so for lunch and dinner I usually ate endless bowls of cereal out of the cereal dispensers, which is why I have since refered to it as my Fruit Loop Diet. Also, you are what you eat. Every once in a while me and my boyfriend at the time would go to the Hard Rock Cafe and order a massive plate of nachos. God I loved those nachos. I lost about ten pounds.

UMass: I was working at a camping store the summer I transferred to UMB. It was a great summer. I put on fifteen pounds eating lots of pizza and baclava. It was all good. Those were the days.

UMass: While I was attending UMB, I quit my job in favor of another one (Harley Davidson at the Cambridgeside Galleria, RIP). It was a little crazy because the campus is somewhat removed from the city, and my job was in Cambridge. I spent a lot of time on the T. Also, I was broke. I would stop at Dunkin' Donuts on the way to class, buy two corn muffins and a large iced coffee, then make them stretch through to the early afternoon. When I got to work I would hit Au Bon Pain and buy two spinach croissants and make them last until the mall closed at 9. Then I would go home, study, then start the whole process over again the next day. There was a woman I worked with who also had a full-time job during the day which meant she had money, and thus got to consume real food. She'd order her dinner from one of the mall restaurants and the smell of garlic mashed potato would nearly bring me to my knees, it smelled so good. I lost about fifteen pounds.

Post-college: I got a job at MIT. I gained five pounds. I met Dave, who had a car, which meant I wasn't walking as much as I used to. I gained ten pounds. I had a kid. I gained 53 pounds, lost 38, which brings us to fifteen pounds more than when I first found out I was pregnant, or 25 pounds more than when I met Dave, or 30 pounds more than when I started working at MIT. Good grief. Notice how 63 of those pounds somehow point to Dave?