Hey Brittsmom,
When I weighed that much, I would weigh myself on a truck scale that was on the way to my Dad's house in the country.

I tried to be cool when cars came, pretending to get something from the back seat. But it was an open scale on the side of the road. I'd park my car on the scale (Which by the way only weighed in incriments of 50 pounds.) I would wait for all of the traffic to stop driving by, and then I would get out of the car and step off of the scale. I'd write that weight down, and then subtract that from the total weight on the scale. When it stopped being 350 and turned to 400, I knew I was closer to 400 than 350. I did not know how much, but my sadness knew no bounds. (Although I kept smiling




) Afterall, I thought to myself, who likes a chubby grumpy person?
Long story short, the day it increased the 50 pounds so that I was closer to 400 than 350, I FINALLY knew, this problem was not something I could do alone, and I would go to the DR and INSIST ON HELP!
That is when I discovered I was 379 pounds.

Finally knowing the number, I felt pretty good about it--it wasn't the 400 I was sure it was.

Seven years later, I am 9 months out of RNY surgery, and it was the best thing I EVER did for myself.
God bless you as you are begining your journey, we are here to support. We have all been there and done that!
Blessings,

Becky