I'm a widower, nine months out as of 2/6/19. I say this not to get sympathy or be a sad sack, but to state that grief can make a person lose control of himself. Not that I excelled in self control before that, but anyway.

My highest weight after my wife died was 397, and that was just close enough to 400 pounds that I said NO-THE-HELL-NOT!!!!

I wonder exactly how large my stomach is, at this point, but I'm determined to get thinner for health (and some vanity) reasons. I haven't figured out how to live again yet, but my children and my mother insist I do it, so this seems like a good starting point - don't explode, Mr. Forstmann!