Well, it happened to me. I wasn't a very good cook at the beginning, and me and my husband wanted to please each other so much he used to buy candy and chocolate cookies for me, and I used to cook new pies and cakes and try crepe recipes for him. 5 kilos, 12 pounds afterwards we cut it (I should have cut it earlier, but we didn't own a scale back then, with the new house). I now can bake cakes without flour or sugar, and which are 75% fruit and cinnamon, and I'm a much better cook. But the weight gain is normal at the beginning, because you've been fed all your life and you need to learn how to feed yourself. I think it happens in America to new college students, right? I guess it's just the fact of starting to live alone and being responsible for your food choices. However, I think there's a huge difference between putting on a few kilos because you are starting to live together and you cannot cook or control your diet like the respective Moms did, seeing what's happening and immediately checking things up and amending... and putting on kilos and not caring. My mom used to say: "there has to be a limit. You can lose a kilo in one day of not eating, in a week if you do things right. If you let them pile, some day it'll be ten kilos and that's damned hard to lose". Where I grew up, you had to watch the lone kilo creeping up, because otherwise it would be ten and that would be disaster. I mean, I'm weak. I understand the cravings, and the fallings. What I will never understand is the giving up. If you pass 200 pounds, you gave up at some point, and I just don't get why.