The least I've weighed, as an adult, is 145 pounds, which is what I weighed during High School and continued to weigh through my thirties. There is nothing wrong with weighing 145 pounds, but on a six-foot-two frame it was stretched a bit thin.
Fortunately, sometime in my late thirties I quit smoking. Good thing, since it is not only a fowl habit, it's also an increasingly pricy one. stereotypically, I went through a bit of a weight change.
I gained fifty pounds during the following year.
One the one hand, this was good news. I was pleased to find myself finally weighing more or less...well, more...what I was supposed to weigh. On the other hand, gaining a full quarter of my weight in one year was a shock to the system. I went through periods of feeling bloated, saggy, bouncy in all the wrong ways. Not to mention that I went through two changes of pants, because my waist grew.
Der Brucer teases me still about how I no longer have my youthful figure. Too bad. I'm happier, now that I've adjusted to the change. Besides, he pointed out to me a fellow working at the local WalMart, saying "That's about how thin you were before." Yuck! I can't have been as reedy as that!
I've added a few more pounds since then, particularly over the last couple of years, but nothing drastic. I think I'd like to weigh somewhere between 200 and 210 pounds. (Time to start getting more exercise. Maybe I should start running with the dogs more.)