What was your wake up call?

First annual medical and the Dr told me to lose at least 13kg.

Trying to lose the last couple now.

Oh man where do I begin. I've always been a little on the chunky side even through high school. After my divorce years back I vowed to lose the weight and feel good about myself I had gotten down to a size 4 pants but two years back my father died and I stopped caring, lost my job, and put on about 10lbs. I had my third baby this last year and it's been 9 months now and no change in loss. So I buckled myself down to take it serious again. I can't run like I used to it hurts to do basic things I was very flexible now I have grunt just to get up from the floor with my baby. My family has had so many health problems the last thing my genetics need are extra fat to fuel them.

I bought a size 6 dress for my wedding and I'll be damed if I'm going to not fit in it by next year.

Got cheated on and was told it was because I was fat.

I lost the weight and left the dumbass. Thanks for paying for the Gym membership Sucka!

That is horrible!! But you've got an awesome attitude. Way to go.

I had a health scare a few years ago in my early 40s. That didn't do it. Nor did realising how fragile life was.

Strangely the aha moment really came one day in a local deli. I went there to buy a bottle of milk (or something similar) and then I spotted it: an overpriced, exotic tiramisu which had enough calories to support a baby hippo.

I knew I was fat and that I did not need to eat it. I knew that I needed discipline NOT to buy it. But I had no discipline. I bought it.

As I proceeded to demolish this delectable dessert it just hit me. The lack of self control. The fact that I was obese and could not stop. The fact that I was going down the slippery slope of setting myself up for a coronary. Or something else.

I started to watch what I ate and lost a few kilograms over the next month. Now I had done this before and re-gained the weight. What I knew I needed was some sort of calorie tracking tool.

Then I discovered a smartphone app called Myfitnesspal. You know.

That was back in mid 2011.

It is now 2013 and I am pleased to say that despite a few ups and downs, I am still logging and still well down on my "Starting weight" (despite a long plateau followed by some weight gain towards the end of last year).

In fact you can say I had my second aha moment at the start of this year after a holiday too. Having re-gained around 1/4 of the weight that I lost over the previous year, I KNEW I had to take action once again.

So here I am. 46 and as light (and likely fitter) than I was at 36!

Walking up the stairs talking to a group of people. I was so puffed out I pretended to have to stop to tie up my shoe lace telling them to go on ahead of me.

I thought I was going to pass out.

It was one flight of ten steps!

The next day MFP and away I went

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!

Sorry to say if your husband is that shaow then you are better off without him. If every man or woman left there spouse because of their weight we would not have too many marriages in todays society.
My husband would never say I was no long attractive to him as he always tells me he loves me unconditionally and that includes some excess weight which he sees me working so hard to reduce. Will he love me more with less weight, no, he will just be happy that it lost the weight for myself without being guilted into losing weight.
Keep up the good work as you need to do it for you.

Unfortunately divorces are rife particularly in western society. And I suspect some marriages break down due in part to a lack of attraction as a result of one or both partners becoming apathetic in the looks department.

On a personal level I found that it was "selfish" of me to become fat and unattractive to my wife. Whilst my spouse never threatened to leave me because of my looks, I can honestly say that being fat didn't help the relationship either. Losing weight does help somewhat. Though I did have my better half chastise me the other day for jogging indoors on"her" carpet (lol, she used to chastise me for lounging on the sofa)...

I'm a geologist and I was on a consulting job up in the Altai mountains in Mongolia. And I found myself struggling to climb up and down the hills at some of the mine sites. Like seriously struggling. Whereas 2-3 years prior (before my fitness levels dropped) I'd had no problems.

So yeah, that was my wake up call. My slacking off on fitness was causing me issues in doing my job. So I started training seriously again. The weightloss was never my primary aim, it was always secondary to fitness, but it's been a nice side effect regardless

Among other things, Monday I went to the thrift store looking for some cute summer dresses. I found an adorable one in my favorite color. I tried it on and it fit great! I go to a lot of music festivals in the summer and do a lot of dancing, so to make sure it didn't ride up in the wrong place a did a little shimmy/shake in the mirror to make sure it would stay in place. And I watched my entire body jiggle... especially my arms and belly.... and I mean really jiggle... so much so that I am actually embaressed to wave at people now.

Combination of two things-

Went to the beach with my sister, and my brother in law took TONS of pictures. Eek.

I was sitting at work in the conference room for some "birthday treat", and I was looking at the fattest person at work, and trying to judge how far away her stomach was from the table, and if I was smaller than her. All the sudden I thought, "Wait, what?" I realized that I wouldn't be happy just being "less fat" than the biggest person at work.

I've done the same that I compare myself to the biggest person I see. I'm 95% of the time the largest person, and I'm the largest of my friends. Not the best feeling, especially when it seems like you're a friend of convenience at times.

My wake up call, though, finally came through earlier this year, and so far is sticking. The new year rolled in and everyone was talking about resolutions. I stopped making resolutions and try to set goals for myself. Every year it's the same, live healthier, be happier, etc, but I never put any specific steps in place to achieve those goals.

This time I thought about it, and thought about it. Although I saw it before, I finally accepted that my life is not what I expected it to be at this point. And I know losing weight won't make me happy, but it will help my confidence which will help me make decisions that make me happier. (I've noticed my confidence is a bit higher than it used to be after losing some weight.) What pushed me over the edge were: 1. my 30th birthday coming up, and I want to look fantastic for that; and 2. my cousin's wedding coming up. I have to travel over seas for that since he, his fiance, and a whole bunch of my family live there, and I want to look better than when I last saw them 8 years ago.

Going to a 21st and seeing the photos the next day. I couldn't even recognise the person standing next to my boyfriend, I looked awful. I knew it was time to make a change and become someone worthy of him.

Realising I couldn't blame skimpy cutting for moving up to a size 18, and seeing my big fat arms in summer photos.

Mine was when I noticed my belly was covered in stretch marks, along with my upper arms! I have a very small frame, and it seems like with every pound I gain I get another inch of stretch marks somewhere! :huh:

Facing the reality that none of my clothes fit.:sad:

This picture. And realising that I was 16stone, 29.9BMI and was no longer playing with my kids... fit and healthy, forget the number on the scale.. and now - pick up heavy things and put them down again!



after pics on my profile!

Getting this in a fortune cookie whilst eating out...the image is clipped if you are easily offended if not right click and hit view image)


But seriously though I used to hide from the camera because I had grown to hate myself but the final straw was when a friend posted a pic I didn't know about on Facebook of me at a psytrance festival and not only was I quite out of shape(understatement) I looked so sad even though I should have been having the time of my life...I wanted to cry.