Right after the bariatric surgeries, I lost weight right along with the rest of the family -- not as quickly, and not as extreme, but still...
And then, what with everything else, I've slowly put weight back on. A lot of that has been absolutely my fault. I've experienced a real sense of loss and deprivation as the family just quit eating, and more to the point, quit caring about eating. I've joked, many times over the months, that I was going to go onto some sort of dating site and look for a "food buddy." In my mind, a "food buddy" wouldn't want anything more than to share a pleasant dinner and a decent bottle of wine now and then -- just someone who could eat a grownup meal without the potential for puking... In the absence of a "food buddy," I've tended to compensate with fast food burgers, and so I've gained about 20 pounds.
At the peak, I was up to about 198 pounds. That was just enough to kick me into determined mode, and I've been slowly losing weight over the last 6-8 weeks. So, as of this morning, I am down by 7 pounds to 191. That's not great, but it is movement in the right direction.
I feel like I'm a very long way from my ideal weight, but I'm working on it and seeing progress, so maybe that is good.