Around 200-lbs. My weight was progressing and getting an ample belly. 230-lbs, I could no longer hide my fat. Around 245-lbs, starting to get a belly hang.

If you're referring to immediate family; my mother and sister are still in the "onderlands", I'm the only one that is not in the "onderlands" anymore. I'm the heaviest out of them.

I bought two seatbelt extenders from Amazon. Trying to fasten the regular seatbelt was getting tight on me; so, I gotten one for my car and I keep a spare in my purse.

Since I work at a library, I keep a stash of snacks in my locker and desk drawers. I have no problems keeping them in the drawe.

Working at the circulation desk at the library as well as my regular desk; made it a sedatory lifestyle. I waddle to assist with a patron who needs help.

My belly button has gotten deeper since I gotten fat.

After being in the 200's, I saw myself at the point of no return. Meaning, there's no returning into the "onederlands". I gotten down to 213-lbs., now I have regained twenty pounds and then some.

It's been three years ago since I worn jeans. Now, I only wear sweatpants and joggers with the elastic waistband.

Going to a restaurant with my mother and sister. The hostess seated us to a booth. By me being the heaviest out of the bunch, I gotten stuck in the booth; but managed to squeeze out of the booth. I have bent several lawn chairs due to my weight. My colleague from the library where I used to work at, broken to office chairs at work.

My belly is starting to spread my legs apart.