The Little Reason (or Motivator) for Losing Weight

My reason is the same as yours: I sweat a lot.
As I am very consious of this it affects the life I lead.

I try to avoid hot, crowded places, or do physical things in public.

That does not really help my social life.....

I decided I do not want that anymore. First and most obvious solution is to lose weight to a healthy BMI.
I hope the problem solves itself then....

I'm tired of being the fat guy of the group. Or being called "Big Guy"

Or sitting on a folding chair and wondering if it will hold me.
Or not fitting on amusement park rides

I love clothes, my friends always tell me that I dress really well to compliment my curves :ohwell: but what I really miss about my slimmer self is that I could just throw on anything at all, sexy little cami tops or slim jeans. I can't do this without having to worry about my muffin top or wobbly thighs or deciding which type of industrial underwear I could use to disguise these things.... :grumble:

the thigh rubbing thing in skirts/dresses is also a downer but I find 'drapolene' cream works wonders and stops skin from chaffing! :embarassed:

When I first started losing weight, I hated that half of my pants had holes in the inner thighs or the fabric was worn very thin from my thighs rubbing together.

I hate this also!

Me too. And I can't walk more than a mile in a dress or skirt, my thighs rub and get really sore

Completely understand this too. Spanks in the heat of summer are not fun, but the alternative (chafing) is worse.

I was tired of being part of the "obesity problem" in America. Every time something came on the news about it, I would feel shame and turn the channel. Stupid, I know...

Now, a motivator is a planned trip next summer to Europe. I want to be more comfortable flying (not seeing annoyance or horror on someone's face when they see that their seat is next to mine will be a plus), fit enough to walk around the three countries we're planning to visit, and to not be a stereotypical "fat American."

my reason is to take control of this..because it is one thing in life I can control. And when i think about it.. it is truly a personal failure to not try and be your best.. a reflection on where you are and who you are at the moment.

Well, I'd like to be able to have sex without worrying how I look....
and I'd just like to look good, prove some people wrong.

I want to shop in a regular store, not a plus sized clothing store and I would KILL to be able to go into Victoria's Secret and buy something sexy....

I have a few:

When I was a kid, about... seven, I think, could've been eight, my mother entered me into a costume contest. I wanted to go as Pocahontas (I've a medium skin tone and dark hair), but she made me go as Jasmine. I was angry, and I hated my costume, even though I won the contest. I ended up giving the trophy to the girl in the Snow White outfit, the runner up, because she wanted it so much and I could not have cared less about winning and thought she looked closer to her character than I did (I was a strange child haha). Ever since then, it's been a secret, stupid little dream of mine to have the confidence to go as Pocahontas for halloween. I have the below tailbone length dark hair, the Native American cheekbones, the 'womb tan' as I call it, and the sewing and jewelry making skills to be able to produce an awesome costume, but because of my weight, I've never done it (I was always afraid I'd look like someone put a dress on a bear to be funny). I wanna paint with all the colours of the wind, too, damnit!! *stomps foot* :P

To have less leg to shave when I want to wear a dress. I know that sounds like a ridiculous reason, so I've never actually admitted it to anyone, but I REALLY hate my calves, so I make a point not to put myself in a position where I might have to show them, and shaving them just reminds me of how ugly and big they are.

I would love to see the day when my thighs don't rub together. That would be a day worth celebrating.

(omg, this is SO embarrassing to even admit!!! urgh!!) I have this crease at the sides of my waist. I wouldn't exactly call it a "roll," but it was working on getting there. I look forward to the day when that disappears all together. Slowly but surely, it's leaving. I want smooth sides, as awkward as that sounds. It's been... years, since I allowed anyone to see me in anything resembling a state of undress. I do want to start dating again, and when I start seeing someone, I want to be able to have him put his arms around my waist, or his hands on my sides or hips and not worry that he's feeling that crease.

I wanted to be able to fit into any roller coaster that I wanted to ride. And to be able to fit into an airplane seat belt. And to be able to walk into a store and find more than 4 pieces of clothing that I could actually fit into. I guess that's three little reasons. I'm sure there's more if I think about it long enough.