Well as a child I started out as one of the skinnier children in school.  Then when puberty hit I became the chunky kid.  My parents have always had bad eating habits and I followed suit.  After college and during grad school when I was about 22 I decided to change my bad habits and get healthy.  My grandfather died of heart attack, and my mom and dad both were taking high blood pressure and cholesterol meds.  My moms twin sister had a heart attack at 43 and her younger brother had one at 41.  I might add at this point that they all ate bad, and smoked which contributed with the genetics I am sure.  By my 23rd birthday I had went from 267 to 164 from lots of cardio and some lifting.  I then started lifting more and got to 175.  I then met my current wife and we worked out together, she has no weight problems and is actually quite athletic.  Then we got married and she got pregnant with our first child.  She was still in school and due to unpaid internships she could not work so I took another job with lots of overtime and long hours.  I quit working out cause I did not feel like it, and ate quite bad.  Even before she was pregnant she never had to watch what she ate.  She did however always eat pretty healthy, but while pregnant she craved lots of bad things which I ate as well.  By the time her 9 months were up I was up to 225.  Then the I don't care attitude kicked in and we get to now and I was up to 257.  In January of 2009 after my dad had triple bypass I decided no matter how much I had let myself down and no matter how hard it would be I was going to take care of myself again for my kids.  Currently (I weigh in today though) I am down to 244 and feel good about it.