What was your "last straw"???

I went to the Dr. and he told me that I have the knees of a 70 YEAR OLD PERSON!!! I'm 42, so you must have me confused with someone else!!!! He said that in 5 years, I would have to have my knees replaced. I said okay, that gives me five years to prove you wrong! And after I had a good long cry, and talked to my cousin about it. I got back to working on my eating, and working out. I had let myself really slip! Good Luck!

Terri!

There was not a "last straw". I have a FB friend that kept posting recipes from I am getting skinny and I know it. They all looked soooo good and inviting. I did not want to count calories, not good at math or numbers. MFP made it easy to count calories, keep track of what I put into my mouth, etc.... I love this site, it has helped me in more ways then I can count. If MFP were a good calorie it would be 2,000,000 billion grams of goodness ! ! ! Everyone is so inspiring,

1) My biggest clothes were getting tight and no way was I going up anymore!
2) My doctors told me that I was pre-diabetic and I was on high cholestrol meds at 23
3) I wanted to live a long and healthy life and not have it be cut short

when i would sit my fat on my sides would fold and touch itself , like fat rolls on my sides, then i seen the scale.

I was going on a helicopter ride in Hawaii and gave them a weight estimate. Who knew that they would put me on a scale to verify!! Lo and behold, I was 30 pounds more than I thought!!

I joined MFP in 2012, mainly for the food database. I was only fifteen lbs overweight and wasn't too concerned. I slowly added another 35 to that over the next nine months.

So, flash forward to May of 2013, and bending over pinched my stomach, bending down to tie my shoes was unpleasant, my "big baggy" jeans weren't fitting anymore. I had lost the ability to run more than 100 yards, and I was hiding from cameras. Finally, while giving a presentation at my office, I bent over to pick up a pen I had dropped, and I ripped the *kitten* out of a pair of suit pants. That was three months and 40 lbs ago.

I am NEVER going back to being like that again.

I had been ignoring the signs such as always feeling tired , being out of breath and constantly bathing due to being sweaty. Shops not carrying my size which was basically elephant sized. My thighs would rub together in certain clothes and my arms look like huge ham hocks and my ankles like tree trunks, my bras were straining and my feet were widening. Then I realised 2 things , the first was I started to find it difficult to wipe myself after using the bathroom, this was mortifying and I almost didnt write it in this post, it is such a shameful feeling , the only way I could achieve it was to contort myself with effort. My blood pressure went up and I was told if it went any higher or stayed that high I would be put on medication. Then something happened which came straight out of a comedy movie but it happened to me and it was my last straw. There was a chinese medicine store opened in my nearest town and it had a whole list of problems which they treated with herbal teas including weight loss. Being a new shop it was quite busy , they had a waiting area with wooden seats, I sat down and the chair smashed and I fell to the floor. In front of the shop owners and the customers. That really was it. They were very kind and told me not to worry about the chair, but that was my last straw

I think there wasn't so much ONE last straw, as a combination of things. The inability to go to amusement parks didn't do it. The needing a seatbelt extension didn't do it. Being forced to buy an additional seat on Southwest didn't do it, I just stopped flying. Being at the very deepest end of the fat lady stores didn't do it.

I used to hurt, all the time. If I couldn't find a way out of it, a half-block walk would have me out of breath and I moved SO SLOWLY. It took so much energy to just get out of bed in the morning. My knees hurt so bad and I couldn't even bend my right leg. I couldn't go up and down stairs, but if I was forced to go down stairs, it was one at a time, and slow as can be. My quality of life sucked.

Last year fifteen colleagues passed away and I truly felt like people were saying "you're next." It was beyond depressing. I applied for a local grocery chain's Biggest Loser style contest and wasn't chosen, despite putting myself out there for the first time, likely because people wouldn't be able to SEE results at my size. I decided to do it on my own instead and to do it FOR me, so I quietly declared 2013 the year of positive changes and I haven't looked back.

I renewed my drivers license and when I looked at the new picture I was shocked. I knew I had gained over the years, but THAT much?? I cried. I felt horrible.