What did you hate most about being your heaviest weight?

Fat_Bottomed_Girl

Not being able to be SPONTANEOUS 'cause "feeling cute" on a whim can require a bit of an effort!

icerose137

For me it was pretty complicated. I wasn't fat because I didn't want to be active and I wasn't fat because of how or what I ate. I was/am fat because I had undiagnosed celiacs disease. It was like taking a dose of rat poison every meal and not even knowing it. Every effort I ever made for years either resulted in me crashing and being sick for months or making only momentary gains and then crashing and being sick for months.

When I discovered I was a celiac this last fall it was life changing and once I had my diet down, the weight started coming off without me changing much of anything.

Yeah I felt the frustration, it was like no matter what I did changed anything. Even as I watched very carefully what I ate everyday, and did as much exercise as I could manage without passing out (literally) the scale would go up. I could be sick and throwing up for three days and still gain weight.

That was the worst ever. The extreme pain, the extreme tiredness, the constant crashes, the scary random passing out, the weight gain despite my efforts.

People ask me how I can give up all those foods. Doesn't even compare to the health and freedom I've found without them.

CirrusMoth

-How heavy I looked in my wedding pictures. It never looked that bad in the mirror :-(

-SWEATING! I hate how easy it seemed to get over-heated. Every time I got sweaty I felt so self-conscious like people really noticed and chalked it up to my weight. Just another fat, sweaty chick.

-Getting out of breath so easy (phone ringing upstairs, having to run).

-Trying on new clothes; especially jeans! That was the final straw: when I realized that I might have to buy above an 18.

akaMrsmojo

For me it was pretty complicated. I wasn't fat because I didn't want to be active and I wasn't fat because of how or what I ate. I was/am fat because I had undiagnosed celiacs disease. It was like taking a dose of rat poison every meal and not even knowing it. Every effort I ever made for years either resulted in me crashing and being sick for months or making only momentary gains and then crashing and being sick for months.

When I discovered I was a celiac this last fall it was life changing and once I had my diet down, the weight started coming off without me changing much of anything.

Yeah I felt the frustration, it was like no matter what I did changed anything. Even as I watched very carefully what I ate everyday, and did as much exercise as I could manage without passing out (literally) the scale would go up. I could be sick and throwing up for three days and still gain weight.

That was the worst ever. The extreme pain, the extreme tiredness, the constant crashes, the scary random passing out, the weight gain despite my efforts.

People ask me how I can give up all those foods. Doesn't even compare to the health and freedom I've found without them.

Me, too. I was sick for 10 years. The docs told me that I had GERD. I got sicker and sicker. They told me if I lost weight, the symptoms would get better. But I never had heart burn and could not lose weight. When I found out I was Celiac, I lost 10 pounds immediately. All my energy came back. But all the GF foods were higher in calories. So I started gaining it back.

I have no issue at all giving up all floured foods, beer, donuts, and bread. I do because I love feeling healthy. I do not miss being sick and the frustration that came with it.

Nemlein

1. I live a plane ride away from my parents, so I only see them maybe once or twice a year. They never knew what size I'd be when they picked me up at the airport, since I tended to fluctuate so much. If I was on the heavier side, I could feel my mother's judgmental stare on my body the entire trip. The same went for my friends from home; I always felt like I was being judged.
2. Trying on clothes... it was always a sweaty, humiliating process.
3. Outweighing my fiancee. I was always self conscious, and hell, I still am but it's gotten a lot better.
4. Taking pictures. There is barely any photographic evidence of the first four years of my relationship.