When was your "Somethings got to change" moment?

mine was when we had a small fire ina our building at work and when we were okayed to return to our offices the elevators were still not working so had to walk up the stairs....by the last couple of flights i was dizzy, wheezing and could barely lift my legs to the next step...i've been working towards getting fit since

When my pants start to get tighter on me...
most recent one is putting on my leggings and I just felt like a stuffed sausage

Was feeling more and more like crap last year, and even my baggy clothes were tightening up, then several shoot the breeze talks with coworkers and bosses about desk work killing us all just before teh holidays, then the holidays hit and seeing some of those pictures taken kinda surprised me when I saw myself, then after my usual "never drinking again" new years pledge, decided why not try for a change in my weight as well.

So no real moment per say, more like a combination of things.

It happened to me in H+M changing rooms. They have loads of mirrors facing every angle of your body. I closed my eyes because I was so horrified.

When I stepped on a scale and it pointed to 290. Plus getting winded from walking up stairs. Plus my clothes looking like they could house a family of 3. Plus feeling sick, awful, and weak. All collided when I stepped on that scale.

Such great stories.

I renewed my driver's license in March, looked at the photo, and thought, "UGH, that can't be me! So old and dumpy!" LOL. Time to change. I can't do much about the old, but the dumpy can go.

Oddly enough...when my sister got pregnant. We have very similar body types and it made me realize just how much I wanted to change my body before babies. I know it'll help me in the long run to lose weight before babies and I also want to look visibly pregnant (instead of just fat) when the time comes! I also had fear of being unable to find plus size maternity clothes since finding regular clothes is already a challenge.

THIS.

My best friend just had her son. We have very similar bodies, and have always carried our weight the same even though she's always weighed less than me. She wasn't noticeably pregnant until around 30 weeks. We talk about our weight struggles, and she talks about how hard it is to get her body back. I just want to be a cute pregnant lady. OR, thinking about eloping with my current partner is another one. It's a struggle to find cute, flattering dresses now. I just know looking for a flattering, plus sized white dress would be a huge, unpleasant task.

ALSO, these fears of mine are completely ridiculous since marriage and babies are not in my future for another year, or two.

Zion National Park, West Rim Trail, early May 2010. First rays of sunlight knifing through deep orange and pink canyons of the Great Western canyon section of Zion. The big eye candy pay-off we had hiked all those miles the previous day to see and capture on film was maybe a half-hour of leisurely hiking ahead. The Christmas morning anticipation of what lay just over the next rise shoved out of my sleeping bag. But the gut slopping over my belt and the stabbing pains in my back and knees dropped me to the ground like I’d been shot. I couldn’t get up. I lay there, wallowing in the dirt, unable to even pull on my boots. The physical pain that fateful morning was searing enough, but it paled in comparison to the emotional pain that gripped me as I began to understand that my indifference to my health was about to put an end to something that I dearly loved doing with the people I cared most about. And not only that, but for the first time in my life, I had become a serious liability to my companions on that trip--my sons.

I won’t tranquilize you with the details of what they had to do to get me back to the trailhead and our car that day. But I vividly remember the feelings of disgust, despair, anger, loss that tortured my soul for weeks and months after. Was this really the end? Was I done making backpacking memories with my sons? Were all those hikes we still had on our bucket list now out of reach because I didn’t want to admit that I had lost control of my health?

Well, that was three years, 30 lbs, and a whole lot of work ago. It has been a slow, steady process, but I’m happy to report that we have knocked off two more bucket list hikes since then, and we completed our first century (100-mile) bike ride last summer. And we have another hike coming up next month and two more centuries on the schedule for this summer and fall. I hope I never forget those horrible feelings of failure and loss—they have been, and continue to be, a powerful motivator that helps me say “no” to the bad, and yes to the “good” health choices I confront every day.

When my blood pressure was off the chart, the hubby was in hospital for an operation to remove a blocked artery in his stomach which was making his foot bad and was unable to walk, coupled with just coming back from Europe on a long haul flight sandwiched into the seats like over packed sardines and getting the photos of our time in Europe showing us giant beasts compared to the rest of them there. Enough was enough! we aren't an old couple (I'm 31 and he is 47) and we have both battled with our weight before meeting each other and getting comfortable once together saw us balloon up again. All events happening so close together was the final straw, I found this website signed up, got hooked, hooked the hubby in, brought us new scales, an exercise bike and now only 4 weeks in we have lost so much weight and gained so much energy that we are left wondering why we let ourselves get like that. We are planning on going back to Europe in 2015, this time we will have a more comfortable flight, be wearing wonderful clothes, have more energy to walk around the cities, actually buy clothes there and take lots more photos as we will not mind having our photos taken =D

At 31 years old I was denied life insurance because of my weight (321lbs). Other than my weight, my health was good. It was a massive slap in the face.