When was your "Somethings got to change" moment?

When my body started to break down on me and I was getting nausea nearly everyday. My bodybasically told me 'hey you got to stop, or I going to keep making you feel sick'.

There really was no other choice, being nauseous everyday is just horrible and is almost like a death sentence, anything is better than that feeling, so went to a gastroenterolagist and a dietitian and they said do this and I did and now I am slowly feeling much, much better, both mentally and physically.

I think my "Okay, this is enough!" moment was when I realized that despite my boyfriend's extremely supportive nature, *I* was enjoying our... ahem, "physical", time less and less due to being INCREDIBLY self conscious. Never, ever for even a moment has my significant other made me feel anything less than gorgeous, but I have been overweight since I was about 22 (I was never a "skinny" girl, but never felt "heavy" or "fat" until partway through college) and I have, time and time again, withdrawn intimately from partners when I feel fat.

I spoke to my partner about my feelings on my weight and his response rocked me to tears it was so kind and thoughtful. "I will love you whether you never lose a single pound or whether you gain one hundred, but I will also support you in whatever you endeavor to do. Anything you need from me in terms of support, just ask."

While he isn't on the path to fitness with me (quite yet), he will sit down and let me tell him all about my progress, setbacks, and goals. He offers non-stop encouragement and while he doesn't feel comfortable dispatching too much in the way of advice, I've never felt more equipped, emotionally, both because of his support and my own determination to really get fit. I want to know what it's like to run and LOVE it... and I will!

Mine was when the Dr. said my blood work indicated that I was at a very high risk for a heart attack! That did it for me. I am only 37, way too young to have those issues.

When I got back from our ski vacation that involved eating out 3 times a day (with dessert and numerous drinks) and got on a scale. I realized that I am approaching the weight I was in my third trimester, but now I'm not even pregnant! That was sobering.

I think my "Okay, this is enough!" moment was when I realized that despite my boyfriend's extremely supportive nature, *I* was enjoying our... ahem, "physical", time less and less due to being INCREDIBLY self conscious. Never, ever for even a moment has my significant other made me feel anything less than gorgeous, but I have been overweight since I was about 22 (I was never a "skinny" girl, but never felt "heavy" or "fat" until partway through college) and I have, time and time again, withdrawn intimately from partners when I feel fat.

I spoke to my partner about my feelings on my weight and his response rocked me to tears it was so kind and thoughtful. "I will love you whether you never lose a single pound or whether you gain one hundred, but I will also support you in whatever you endeavor to do. Anything you need from me in terms of support, just ask."

While he isn't on the path to fitness with me (quite yet), he will sit down and let me tell him all about my progress, setbacks, and goals. He offers non-stop encouragement and while he doesn't feel comfortable dispatching too much in the way of advice, I've never felt more equipped, emotionally, both because of his support and my own determination to really get fit. I want to know what it's like to run and LOVE it... and I will!

I love this, it's so sweet!

My moment was when I saw a picture of myself in bathing suit that friend tagged me in and then again when I got my body fat measured and they said I was getting closing to the over-weight range. I've never been in that range before and it was devestating for me. So I started to make a change. I've been on and off MFP for a year now.

I was cooking something to eat, dropped the flipper and when I bent over to pick it up..I began to see stars and stumbled into the kitchen countertop which broke my fall..this was long after many other moments...as I began to cry, I started to search for why I was in this place

Mine was in the doctor's office after many months of tests for all various kinds of ailments which found nothing. I was on 2 hbp medications and on the fast track to diabetes. The doctor literally looked me in the eye and just simply said ""some weight loss would help"! That was 3 years ago and 40 pounds ago...I am all in now!!

Mine "somethings got to change" moment was stepping on th scale Jan 27 2012 and it hit 250 that was it I cried, and cried and cried. How does 230 become 250 I had been around 230 for a couple of years it just started creaping up and bam that number was MY breaking point. My husband was very supportive and told me I just gotta do it, no other focus. I found myfitnesspal and haven't looked back since.... my husband joined my efforts right after his birthday and he has lost 75+ lbs as well. I have not finished losing the weight i want he has meet his goal but is still continuing on. He is waiting for me to meet my goals so we can celebrate together, he is my hero he has not caved once in over a year no sugar (other than fruit and yogart) and is excited for the day we celebrate together even though we are now pregnant and we are continuing on this path through pregnancy and after till I reach my goal weight. He's my rock!

I wore a pair of winter white pants that I thought looked nice. My best friend tells me the following day that she won't wear that color and type of pants because they show all the lumps and bumps that you don't want others to see. And because she is my best friend she also told me that when I turned and walked away from her the day before, she saw what I dont' want anyone to see. That's all it took! Now you will never see that stuff because I don't have it!!!!!

There wasn't really one particular moment for me, just a growing knowledge that I was putting on weight.
My clothes started looking crap on me and I really noticed my face looking fat in pics - so as many people do, I made a new years resolution to lose weight and get fit.

I do that every year, this is the first time I've stuck to it for more than a week and I've lost 14lb so far.
I even got up at 5.30am today to go swimming - if you'd have told me last year I'd be doing that one day I would have laughed at you :laugh:

I was getting dressed to go out one night, and everything EVERYTHING I put on just didn't look and feel right. I looked in the mirror and realized finally just how out of shape I had really gotten. It didn't feel good at all.

My moment was when I had casting agents turn me down for really good work as a show/movie extra because I'm over the size they want (I recently started acting and modeling). Just the other day, I had a guy ask me if I could squeeze into a size that is impossible for me because I'm larger than what the show actually wanted. This made me feel bad and realize that in order to both feel better about myself and land those jobs, I need to lose the weight.

7 years ago I did Bernstein and lost 65 pounds down to about 150 total (I'm 5'8"). It was a horrible experience. I obsessed about food constantly and was beyond miserable. At 150 I had lost all my curves and I didn't feel good about myself - and the nurses were pressuring me to lose another 15 pounds. I quit the program cold turkey before even attempting maintenance, and it took me 6-8 months to feel "good" again. I would NEVER go this route again.

I put about 15 lbs back on, got my butt & boobs back and was ok with my weight. Then I met my DH, we both love to cook and eat, life stresses happened and I slowly gained the weight back, due to bad food choices, a sports injury, too-large portions and booze. I knew I was getting up there, but was in denial, until late December when I was struggling to do my pants up and I stepped on the scale and saw that I had hit almost 240. DH is 6 feet tall and I weighed more than he did. Not cool.

Due to hitting "maximum density" as I call it, the fact that I'm 41 so have to start being more conscious of my health, and a planned Fall trip to Africa, I decided NOW was the time to make the lifestyle change my friends had all been talking about/doing: from just sitting around and eating whatever I want, to daily exercise first and then enjoy eating whatever I want in smaller portion sizes. I didn't want to be too fat to be able to do adventure travel, or too fat to fit into the airplane/bus/safari 4x4 seat, or too fat to outrun one other person if the lions came to eat us... I also realized that I was right on the borderline of being too fat to continue to play hockey safely - one bad pivot on a rut and I could blow a knee. And then I'd be too incapacitated to be able to exercise the weight off, and I'd fall down the other side of the hill to hugely obese and be unable to ever come back from it. I decided to make a new year's resolution...and to stick with it!

I started MFP on January 2nd...as soon as I got over the NYE food & booze hangover. I've realized that I already ate very balanced; I just needed to reduce portion sizes and cut back on the fat. I also realized that the beer league hockey I had been doing for exercise didn't burn nearly as many calories as I thought - so I can't justify beer & wings after every game. I've made a commitment to exercise daily, and have been pretty good at carrying through on it - but I do take one or two "rest" days a month when my body tells me it's time for a break. I can still throw my crazy dinner parties; I just need to go for a swim or a bike ride first to earn some extra calories.

And I must be doing something right. I've lost 38 pounds since Jan 2nd. I haven't been suffering like I did on the Bernstein diet - I actually feel great! I'm sleeping better. I can skate harder, longer & faster. My endurance has increased. I don't have to worry (so much) about being able to squeeze through tight spaces or knocking things over with my *kitten*. On the downside, I don't have any pants which fit me right now. But having a droopy butt on my pants is preferable to having them too tight to sit down in. 40 lbs will be my half-way point, and I expect to hit it before the end of the month. 80 lbs is my total goal, and if I can keep on track, I hope to hit that by NYE. One year...80 lbs. If I can do it, anybody can do it!

7 years ago I did Bernstein and lost 65 pounds down to about 150 total (I'm 5'8"). It was a horrible experience. I obsessed about food constantly and was beyond miserable. At 150 I had lost all my curves and I didn't feel good about myself - and the nurses were pressuring me to lose another 15 pounds. I quit the program cold turkey before even attempting maintenance, and it took me 6-8 months to feel "good" again. I would NEVER go this route again.

I put about 15 lbs back on, got my butt & boobs back and was ok with my weight. Then I met my DH, we both love to cook and eat, life stresses happened and I slowly gained the weight back, due to bad food choices, a sports injury, too-large portions and booze. I knew I was getting up there, but was in denial, until late December when I was struggling to do my pants up and I stepped on the scale and saw that I had hit almost 240. DH is 6 feet tall and I weighed more than he did. Not cool.

Due to hitting "maximum density" as I call it, the fact that I'm 41 so have to start being more conscious of my health, and a planned Fall trip to Africa, I decided NOW was the time to make the lifestyle change my friends had all been talking about/doing: from just sitting around and eating whatever I want, to daily exercise first and then enjoy eating whatever I want in smaller portion sizes. I didn't want to be too fat to be able to do adventure travel, or too fat to fit into the airplane/bus/safari 4x4 seat, or too fat to outrun one other person if the lions came to eat us... I also realized that I was right on the borderline of being too fat to continue to play hockey safely - one bad pivot on a rut and I could blow a knee. And then I'd be too incapacitated to be able to exercise the weight off, and I'd fall down the other side of the hill to hugely obese and be unable to ever come back from it. I decided to make a new year's resolution...and to stick with it!

I started MFP on January 2nd...as soon as I got over the NYE food & booze hangover. I've realized that I already ate very balanced; I just needed to reduce portion sizes and cut back on the fat. I also realized that the beer league hockey I had been doing for exercise didn't burn nearly as many calories as I thought - so I can't justify beer & wings after every game. I've made a commitment to exercise daily, and have been pretty good at carrying through on it - but I do take one or two "rest" days a month when my body tells me it's time for a break. I can still throw my crazy dinner parties; I just need to go for a swim or a bike ride first to earn some extra calories.

And I must be doing something right. I've lost 38 pounds since Jan 2nd. I haven't been suffering like I did on the Bernstein diet - I actually feel great! I'm sleeping better. I can skate harder, longer & faster. My endurance has increased. I don't have to worry (so much) about being able to squeeze through tight spaces or knocking things over with my *kitten*. On the downside, I don't have any pants which fit me right now. But having a droopy butt on my pants is preferable to having them too tight to sit down in. 40 lbs will be my half-way point, and I expect to hit it before the end of the month. 80 lbs is my total goal, and if I can keep on track, I hope to hit that by NYE. One year...80 lbs. If I can do it, anybody can do it!

Inspirational post! Sounds like you have the right attitude. And the bolded section made me LOL!

I had a couple of moments, but really amounted to this: 1) I went on a trip to Mexico and had to use my sweatshirt to hide the fact I couldn't buckle the seat belt, I feared they were going to kick me off the plane. When we arrived, my legs swelled up and my husband rushed me to the hospital afraid of deep vein thrombosis (I was 31). The doctor kindly told him in Spanish that it was my weight. The picture we took with the family made me look like I was ready for a scooter. 2) I broke the hinges off the toilet seat because I had so much difficulty trying to clean myself. 3) I couldn't walk more than a block without excruciating pain in my back and getting out of breath. Something definitely had to change!

I hated myself, When I first started I hadn't weighed myself in over a year. Couldn't look in the mirror. Turns out, I was 324.5lbs and I was getting even bigger. Lane Bryant no longer carried a size large enough for me. I was getting into Mumu size. I had to decide whether I would continue to live as I was and get a hover round and be pitied, or get help and get healthy. I am so thankful I chose the latter. My husband stayed with me through it all, but he is definitely happier now. I'm now 18.5lbs away from my goal weight!