Besides yourself and a mirror, who gave you a wake-up call?

The realisation that I got out of breath walking up a flight of stairs at the age of 23

I learned to ignore the mirror.

Now, when I saw a vid of myself doing one of the dancing games on the Wii, daaammmn, that opened my eyes.:noway:

Back in Dec 2012, a friend/coworker asked if I wanted to run a 7k..well lets just say that I was no where near running capabilities. I toyed with the idea for about 2 weeks, then finally decided to commit to it. She has been the only person aside from family that makes sure I am on track. She left our agency in May and since then I send her my weekly weightloss. If I forget, I get a text asking where her weigh in is. She also keeps me motivated along the way. @ 50 lbs down, she got my hair cut and highlighted. @ 75 down, we are going to get massages together. I'm only 9 lbs away from that damn massage LOL

I owe her my life...literally.

Getting into commercial/fashion photography, lol.

My mom, my mother-in-law, everybody in my family, really. I put it on so incredibly quickly, everybody has been worried about me. I don't blame them, I'm worried about me too.

i made a sex tape with a hot, buff hockey player....watched it, just about cried at the jiggles.... i'm still banging him, but am kinda self conscious about the waist....

I was going to a concert with a guy i had a crush on and went to the stores with my mom and sisters to find a cute dress to wear. Everything that i could squeeze into looked terrible on me. Before i had gained all this weight i was used to dresses/skirts generally being a failsafe since they were so flattering. I left the store with nothing, got into the car and promptly starting crying hysterically. My poor mom! Talk about an awkward situation. Its not like she could comfort me and say that i wasnt fat, considering i couldnt fit into anything. She just looked really sad and after trying to comfort me, drove to the only plus sized store in our town. I was officially plus sized. That was my wake up call.

Ex-fiance. Told me straight out that I may weight has gotten out of hand. She was extremely high maintenance and refused to sugar coat anything. But her rudeness made me think about it.

Hi there...I just joined....I got this site from a nutritionist at the hsopital. I have diebetus and I am over weight. I am hoping to loose about 20 pounds or so by January as it is my birthday then and I will be the big 50. In the meantime, when I went to the nutritionist yesterday, things were eliminated from my diet. Yikes!!! I think I'm gonna starve.!!!! (It's all those nice fatty yummy things that I really have to cut right back on). So, if anyone has anything to comment on here to me or any advice, please do:)

About 15 years ago my husband said something hurtful, out of concern for me. I was at my highest weight of 266.

I've had babies and health stuff pop up but my health is finally sorted out and my babies aren't babies anymore so I can focus truly on me. My decision four months ago was entirely mine being uncomfortable in my own skin. At 241, I was awfully close to that dreaded highest weight number, I never want to revisit again.

So, no excuses, it's all up to me. It's my journey and I want to be healthy.

Actually it was two things...No one ever said anything about my weight. Being overweight is somewhat the norm in my family.

1.) I was on the scale at physicians office (in a clinical trial for 18 months) and just happened to look at my weight and a chart posted above scale. For my height and weight, it said my BMI was 37 (Obese Class 2) It took a few days to sink in. I thought I was just a little fluffy.

2.) Following up with primary physician and after blood work, was told my glucose has been consistently high - impaired glucose tolerance (IGT)

I was told to go on a low glycemic diet.

Strangely again, I was never told that I was obese and needed to lose weight.

Nope. Family members' comments just made me more stressed out, which caused me to binge and fueled my social anxiety. It was a vicious circle.

Besides myself and the mirror, my boyfriend was a huge catalyst. He never, ever said a word, and he was always SO nice about making sure we went to restaurants where I could fit or buying aisle seats at Wrigley so I could sit on the edge of the seat, but I felt bad that he had to make those concessions and take my weight into consideration. I also couldn't keep up with him, so he had to walk a lot slower and stop frequently to let me sit. This made our trips to Chicago really hard, as we couldn't do as much, and I was in pain to the point of tears by noon. It was awful.

I promised him I would be the fun, exciting, active person I was before we met, someone he'd never had a chance to meet. He's already made comments about how much faster I walk and how I run up and down the stairs when we ride the L (Chicago's mass transit). I can also sit in the seats at Wrigley just fine, so we can sit anywhere we want. He's been very supportive without being judgmental, and it's awesome.

My family... meh. My mother told me I shouldn't brag about losing weight until I'd lost "60 pounds or something really impressive" (this was back when I'd lost 25 pounds and said something on Facebook). She used to harp on me even when I was only 10 pounds overweight - heck, even when I was a kid and she was the one giving me cookies - so I'm learning to ignore her any time she mentions my weight. I showed my parents some comparison pictures at Christmas, after I'd lost 40-ish pounds, and everyone else was super excited and complimentary, while she said, "You still have a long way to go, though." I'm not sure if it's jealousy or if she's just super-critical or a bit of both, but ugh.

As many people here: pictures. In the mirror I looked small and good, but in the pictures? Oh blob no :noway:.

Second, I was tired all the time, had to sleep at least 15 hours a day. So went to the doctor, did a blood test and it said I had Amnesia. With a 5.2 mmol/l I was near the bigger problems. So I needed to learn to eat again actually and MFP helps me a lot with tracking!

Took a company picture and out of 15 people.. I was the only "fat" one in the picture. I did some research, took a bodyfat test and it turned out I was nearly 33% bodyfat. I have a long way to go.. but I am moving in the right direction.