What was your wake up call?

Depression, then a realisation that I CAN do something about my weight. And doing it !

Being diagnosed pre diabetic .

My wake up call...when my husband told me he didn't find me attractive anymore, and didn't know if he wanted to stay married. I have since lost 45.8 lbs in the last 6 months (using MFP and working out for the last 3 months).
He did end up deciding to leave last week, in spite of all my success. Too little too late in his opinion.

I'm still awake, and carrying on my transformation...I'm not done yet!

"too little too late?"

I'm sorry but he sounds like he was trying to make up an excuse to leave or something. What a shallow reason..... I'm so sorry

I was thinkin' the same thing. Blaming you for his problem. You deserve a real man not some whiney loser.

Glad you lost weight but the real prize is getting healthy. Alot of times it's hard to get started losing weight when we feel so badly about ourselves. Well you're on a roll now. Feeling better and feeling better about yourself is PRICELESS.

Go Girl!

At my heaviest 350, I was on a flight to Denver and couldn't fasten my seat belt. I tucked it under my clothes because I was too mortified to ask for the extender. Then my husband took a picture of my sons and I in 2009 at the Steelers Super Bowl Send off and I was horrified at how huge I looked.

Honestly, the reason I joined MFP is not because of a weight loss issue. It just helps me keep track of working out. I feel better when /i work out and have more energy. And when I eat healthier I don't break out as much.

March 2012 I started to gain lots of weight for the first time... I didn't realize that I was already gaining til 2 weeks later, I cant close the button of my shorts! I still wore those shorts 2 weeks before and it won't close anymore. So one day i weighed myself. I'm usually 100~105 lbs, now I'm 120! So yeah, that's my wake up call that I need to lose weight.

When I had to go jean shopping and only a size 14 would fit after having been a size 8 just a year before.

I had to hold back the tears as I realized how badly I had let myself go, the full-length mirrors were not making things better.

I was confronted with distortions in my body I had never seen before, rolls that had never existed, and lumps that used to be slim.

Well, happily enough, I've ditched the 14's and now my size 12 jeans are starting to fit loose!

Can't wait to be in a 10 again.

Injuring myself and not being able to use crutches because I was so fat and weak in my arms to carry my own body weight, my husbands tearful plea that he didn't want to raise our unborn children without me and explain to them that mommy died from a heart attack. My own self looking in the mirror and crying when I saw myself without clothes on..

What I tried to ignore, finally broke my dam and pushed me to want this!! I may not be great at it everyday, but I will not fail for my loved ones and for myself!! I am unable to ride horses, roller coasters and do things I LOVED in life. FAT IS THE ENEMY!!!

sorry got me very motivated with this thread

Heart attack at 56. Spent a week in intensive care. Thought I was a goner for sure. Mostly bed ridden for next year and a half. Three angioplasties and a stent later still struggled to breath. Decided I had enough and moved back to FL to go to Mayo. Joined MFP on the advice of Mayo and finally I can walk up stairs without panting and gasping for air. Never again. My husband passed at age 48 due to heart problems and diabetes. Not being here for my son and daughter and grand kids is NOT a option.

At 5'3'', my weight knocking on the door of 200...

5'3 and knocking at 304 was 250 but accident took me to 330 BLAH

Heart attack at 56. Spent a week in intensive care. Thought I was a goner for sure. Mostly bed ridden for next year and a half. Three angioplasties and a stent later still struggled to breath. Decided I had enough and moved back to FL to go to Mayo. Joined MFP on the advice of Mayo and finally I can walk up stairs without panting and gasping for air. Never again. My husband passed at age 48 due to heart problems and diabetes. Not being here for my son and daughter and grand kids is NOT a option.

Wow I'm so sorry you've been through all of that. Good for you to take control and stick around!

A photo at Easter time. And my scale creeping up higher and higher...

A cop in a neighboring jurisdiction got shot on 19 December 2011, the day before my 31st birthday. I sat on my couch with my then 8 month old daughter watching the news coverage knowing that the SWAT team hunkered down behind the armored vehicle in the foreground were all friends of mine. I knew that I should be there and decided right then and there NEVER to miss the call again. I always had an excuse not to train for SWAT but the truth was that I was scared to fail because I was afraid to get ready for the PT test. I committed to it, cut the weight, trained hard and qualified for SWAT. I kept going, and have now been a member of the team for about a year and have cut another 25 pounds since that qualification.

If, god forbid, that happens again I will not be sitting on the couch watching helplessly. I will be in the thick of it sharing in the suck with my brothers and doing my part.

Never again will I be too weak or too lazy to do my part. This commitment has made me stronger, faster, and lighter and has helped me tremendously in all aspects of my regular patrol job as an added benefit.

Total cholesterol = 304

When one of my cousins told me my butt got fat, when I was a bridesmaid at my cousin's wedding:-Spring 2011.