What was your "fat" breaking point?

My wife got into a fitness kick last year. She's done great and even ran a half marathon just 3 months after deciding she wanted to try it. (She was never a runner in the past) I had a couple of multiple layer spinal fusion surgeries and they took their toll on me. About 3 months ago, I booked a cruise for our 10th anniversary. Just about a month and half ago, I walked past the mirror on the way to the shower and thought: "WTF???!!!" I stepped on the scale was disgusted with the number that was being shown. I was heavier than I had ever been in my life. Right then, I decided I didn't want my wife being ashamed to walk with me on the beach during our 10 Year Anniversary Cruise, so it was that day I made the decision to change. 11 lbs down, 9 to go and I'm feeling like I can almost make it before the cruise.. Of course, I won't stop then. I've gotten addicted to the workout feeling.. So here's to a long term healthier life.

I had a baby, and severe post partum depression. I knew that I had to make a change, so at the start of the year, I began logging calories. It hasn't been perfect, but hey, 27lbs is 27lbs.

While pregnant I almost developed preeclampsia, due mainly to diet. I decided after a 24hr stint in the hospital that I need to get healthy for me, and also for my son who could have been born prematurely due to the way I was eating.

When I went on a trip to Florida last year and I was frowning in every picture. A good friend of mine made a collage of the pics for me for Christmas (she was trying to be sweet), and I saw myself and about died. That's when I decided that it was time to make a change. I'm still working on it!

That is a great question!!! I actually blogged about this yesterday....it's titled, My Oprah "Ah-Ha Moment"....Part 1
Read it if you'd like....I'd love your opinion on it

There are some amazing reasons on her - some good inspiration and some sad circumstances...thanks for asking the question

Mine was when I was diagnosed with and treated for cancer. Chemo was brutal because my body was weak to start with. The aftermath of side effects from chemo, radiation and the adjuvent therapy drugs that continue to take their toll pushed me over the edge. I will not let this be my life. I am 49. I have a child I am responsible for who is my heart and soul and a husband that I love dearly. I decided they were worth fighting for.

The number on the scale finally disgusted me into action (185). The heaviest I had ever been (aside from pregnancy) was 190. I took a year and a half to lose weight, exercise like mad and here I was years later almost again at my heaviest. Now that I have a child and am in a happier place generally I feel like I can succeed and have nothing but support from my husband and other family. I want to be happy with who I see in the mirror and already feel so much better. I've only lost 15 pounds but my pants - which were tight 6 weeks ago - are now loose. Almost time for a new, smaller size. That's pretty darn good motivation too.

[That happened to me also and when I shared the feeling with my coworkers, we all got on the scale. Oh boy! We were all devastated to say the least. We don't diet together but we do try to support each other as best as possible.

Good luck to you and happy anniversary!]

My wife got into a fitness kick last year. She's done great and even ran a half marathon just 3 months after deciding she wanted to try it. (She was never a runner in the past) I had a couple of multiple layer spinal fusion surgeries and they took their toll on me. About 3 months ago, I booked a cruise for our 10th anniversary. Just about a month and half ago, I walked past the mirror on the way to the shower and thought: "WTF???!!!" I stepped on the scale was disgusted with the number that was being shown. I was heavier than I had ever been in my life. Right then, I decided I didn't want my wife being ashamed to walk with me on the beach during our 10 Year Anniversary Cruise, so it was that day I made the decision to change. 11 lbs down, 9 to go and I'm feeling like I can almost make it before the cruise.. Of course, I won't stop then. I've gotten addicted to the workout feeling.. So here's to a long term healthier life.
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Great Question!

Several things.

1) I was lucky enough to find the man of my dreams who proposed last Thanksgiviing. I didn't want to hate myself in my Wedding Dress. He loves me any size, but I love him too much to stay heavy.
2) Watched Fat Sick & Nearly Dead! Eye opening Documentry!
3) We were working on our yard last Fall, and my feet started hurting really bad. I thought it was heel spurs, but it didn't get better even after treatment. I went to a specialist and found out both my heels had stress fractures. Calcium Deficient and too heavy for all the hard work in the yard caused it.
4) I wasn't sleeping, I felt strung out all the time. It became so bad I went to the doctor and my Blood Pressure was 188 over 141 really high. The doc put me on Blood Pressure Meds.
5) My Mother has terminal Breast Cancer, 450 + LBS, Hypertension, Diabeties, Glacoma, Heart Failure, Depression, a Blood Clot in her arm, Edema. The thing is my Mom is only 65 only 17 short years older than me. I said to myslef "make a change of realize you fate"... That did it, I'm determned not to end up riding a scooter, hating life and dying too soon.

Looking back I don't know why it took so long to get the inspiration.

I'm not sure that there was a "breaking point". I'm just tired of not being confident or feeling good. I feel like **** all the time and I'm exhausted of excuses that i tell myself.. i.e.. I'm still pretty even though I'm fat and my husband loves me no matter what. I'm tired of working in the healthcare industry and being a hypocrite. I'm tired of not trying on clothes cuz it pisses me off just that much more. I'm sick to death of the taste of all the nasty unhealthy crap i used as a comfort to get me this way, I can't stomach it any more literally because I have ulcers now.

Oh and seeing the episode of the Simpson where homer is trying to get to my weight (to be on disability) and is wearing a Moomoo lol

When we were playing softball and one of my teammates patted me on the belly with a comment. I was about 196 then. Now I am down to around 160.

Jay

My fat breaking moment was when my son came upto me whle I was sitting on the bed and pushed on my hips 9the fat area) and said "honk, honk! Mama's fat?" Gotta love 3 yr olds


Also a friend from high school knows I struggled with bulimia when we went to school. Seen me now after being married five years and having a kids told me "you know, I know bulimia is unhealthy. But is it worse than being overweight?" I honestly didn't know what to say, both are very bad for you

Mind you she knew me when I was too thin to walk, and she thought being the size I am now is just as bad, ouch!

When a relationship with someone I really adored fell apart, I couldnt help but wonder if my weight had something to do with it. It probably didnt but my being overweight permeates my ever thought and shakes my self confidence. That's when I decided for the next relationship being overweight is not going to be at the root of my insecurity. Let it be because my breath stinks or something :laugh: Thanks for the reminder of why we all work so hard and do what we do!

This. Even though 4 months later I know that it was just because he was a prick.

I'd started a diet just before we broke up, and was motivated any way because it was SUPPOSED to be my graduation, and I wanted to lose the weight. I was diagnosed with a disability which meant I felt like I couldn't do much exercise. But then the emotionally abusive boyfriend went and I suddenly had no symptoms and felt perfectly healthy again. My body was literally telling me my relationship wasn't healthy lol.

I didn't mean to lose weight so fast, I just had no appetite for about a month, rolled with it and decided I wanted to be physically strong as well as 'just look thin'. I never want to feel so weak again.

xx

When I got a hair cut recently. I sat down in the chair, and saw myself in the mirror (there are no full length mirrors in my house). I looked like I was stuffed into that chair, and then the very slim hairdresser came over. The two of us reflected in that mirror was my breaking point - she was so small next to me, and I looked like a rolling mountain covered in clothes.

I was at an MLB game and the fan camera showed our section. On a huge screen for everyone to see there I sat, the largest person in the section. Out of hundreds of people, I was the largest. In that image I remember not being able to put my arms down and they were crossed in front of my body. I didn't recognize myself.