What was your "moment"?

Hi,
My moment was..

I'm the typical fat guy who has always said. "You know what I've tried everything to loose weight, but nothing seems to work" I have tried a bunch of stuff, but never really anything that has worked for me. I used to work out for 3 hours a day going hard. But I would still keep eating garbage(burgers everyday pizza hotdogs etc mostly processed junk). So as expected I did not notice any positive change. I actually put on more weight. So yeah I tried everything but to eat right.
-- One day I went in for a work required physical/health examination, and the doctor told me that I would need to have a sleep apnea study, and that my urine protein levels where way too high; which indicated kidney damage. I also had a huge risk of diabetes. I weighed in at 345 lbs that day. Naturally I failed the physical, and could not work there in the shape I was. I felt devastated by this news.
-- A buddy of mine who works with me, and is a bodybuilder/Personal trainer was with me that day, as he took his physical too. After he passed his physical. He saw the look of disappointment on my face, and right then and there. He outlined to me what I need to do. He told me to stop eating breads pasta rice sodas sugar etc. I was too increase my protein/veggies levels and do exercise 2 to 3 times a week. My exercise was to be short, but intense in nature.
-- I was doing this for a week and a half, and bamm in that small amount of time I had lost like 4 lbs. Too be honest I didn't do as much exercise as I should have. I was online googling how eating more meat helped me loose weight, and came across a site on paleo. I read on why exactly I should avoid the breads and those carbs. It makes a lot of sense. I decided to give the highly restrictive(by todays dietary standards) Paleo lifestyle change a try.
-- 2 more weeks go by, and after eating Paleo style and small amounts of extreme exercise I feel great and I lost a shirt size! Then 2 months later I go re do my physical, and I come to find out that I'm healthy; well considering my size haha. There was nothing wrong with me. The doctor said my bp is super healthy, and that my sleep apnea b.s risk is gone. Doctor had me do a sprint on a treadmill a bit, and checked my heart rate. He said I'm as healthy as a horse, and too keep doing what ever I have been doing. I passed! I was hooked on Paleo!
-- The first couple of weeks where tough as I fought through my sugar addiction, but it was sure damn well worth it. Paleo was the best lifestyle change I could have made. At first I only wanted to get healthy, but now I can see myself actually getting in shape. It's awesome! Now I grunt like a caveman and say hell yeah....

This is not my first time on the weight loss merri-go-round, not by a long shot. But this time, it was two weeks ago. I received an email saying that it was time to register my 8 and 5 year old for baseball for the Spring season and since it will be our second year I know that it will be hot, that there are hot dads every where and that I am a single mom. (not that I am looking, but it's nice to be looked at) And last year all I wanted to wear were shorts and take tops so I counted backwards from opening day and it was just over 90 days/13 weeks. So I set my up thousandth xls spreadsheet, did the calculations and made minor adjustments per week.

I missed goal this week, but it only motivates me more for next week.

I have some size 4 clothes that I love from the last time I reached my goal that I want to wear and this time I will maintain my goal, this time, I will be strong and this time, I don't have my douchey ex-husband telling me that he won't be attracted to me if I get any more muscle. This time, it's just for me.

The day I make goal and I have the body I want, I have a t-shirt that I want to wear already, it's a goofy t-shirt, it has love-a-lot care bear on it. I know that sounds stupid, but that's the shirt that I bought the same day (although before) my ex-h told me I looked like a dude and he didn't think he could be attracted to me. For the record, I didn't look like a dude and I should've punched him with my "dude muscles" and left, instead I died a little inside and betrayed myself and gained back all the weight I lost and I lost my heart that day. Next July it will be ten years since that day, and I would like to be where I was then next July and just continue to be the best version of me.

I had an exact moment. I had been spiraling out of control for a year and a half and gained back nearly all the weight I lost for my wedding (65+lbs). This is on top of a lifetime of yo-yo dieting, binging, starvation diets etc.

But it was September of last year when I was at a restaurant with my family and my wedding ring was so stuck on my finger I was afraid it would have to be cut off. I spent 10 mins in the bathroom running water over my finger to try and get it off. I joined MFP the next day and basically my life changed forever. Weight loss stopped being about a number on the scale and became about my health and well being.

My moment also came after a visit to the doctor. I was weak, miserable, aches and pains all over, frequently sick, totally sedentary and unfit, and 200 lbs. It was in April, just 7 months ago. After I described my symptoms, the doc said he thought I probably had fibromyalgia and referred me to another doctor. I remember a sort of burning anger that started up right then, that grew in intensity. I knew in my heart I was not that sick, I was just being LAZY and I wanted some other explanation for my condition. I realized that only I could change the situation, ME and no one else. By the time I got home I had made up my mind: Hell no, no more doctors, no more diagnoses, no more drugs. I thought about my weak condition and what I could possibly do to lift myself out of that deep rut. I sensed that exercise was more important for me than cutting calories at first, something to get my metabolic engine fired up again. For years I had read and heard about how good walking is, low impact, reasonable calorie burn, sunlight and fresh air... It was a no-brainer. So I put my running shoes on and went out for a walk around the neighborhood. I only lasted 15 min, but my fuse was lit! Since that day I've increased my distance to 5 mi and time to 75 minutes and I walk 5 to 6 days a week. I've lost 33 lbs, drink lots more water, and cut a lot of junk out of my diet. I have some health issues but no sign of fibromyalgia anymore.

I went on a hike that I do annually and almost collapsed just doing just half of it. Before that, I had ignored the fact that putting on socks and shoes was becoming a noticeable effort. Having to stop the hike showed me how my weight was stealing my ability to live...both scary and shameful. MFP was just a step to try and understand why I "couldn't" lose weight and seemed destined to add 3 to 5 lbs each year. Not only did I figure it out but my life is so much bigger and I simply live more each day now that my size is appropriate. The most surprising comments I get now is how much younger I look. Who would have thought?

When I finished breastfeeding my triplets exercise became a way for me to get out of the house and have some me time. I've never looked back.

Wow, that's awesome! I know hard work, but still kinda cool. Grats!

My moment was when I saw my dad laying in bed dying of complications of diabetes. He was always thin but diabetes runs heavily in our family. He couldn't talk, couldn't eat, high fever, couldn't feel his legs and his tongue was black. His pupils where huge due to the fact that he had deteriation of the retina due to diabetes.
I thought,"I don't want to end up like this!" It is time for me. I need to get my act together and loose weight, take care of myself. No one else will. I don't want to poke my fingers everytime I eat.

Hmmmmm my moment. Well I was rather thin til I was oh around 15. I went on birth control and developed really crappy eating habits, and from that age up until last year I managed to gain 80 pds. It came on so slow and gradual that one day I went "holy *kitten*, this is not cool". The problem was at this time I was in a reallllyyyy unhappy relationship with a guy that was so dependent on me for happiness that I never had time for myself. I left that relationship but still managed to put on weight. I was dating and hanging out with friends, and drank wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much beer. My breaking point was when the new guy I was in a relationship with me dumped my a** and I realized I needed to spend sometime by myself ON myself. My parents and sibling had newly become vegetarian as well. Took on some of their new eating habits and discovered Insanity. From there I went on to lose 35 pds, travel, go on cruises, heal emotionally and now here I am, happy and healthy-er than I was yesterday. Also have a man that loves the ever lovin crap outta me

Sigh. Mine was finding out that while I didn't have a miscarriage, I had scared the nurse practitioner enough with my blood pressure that she sent me to a doctor that same day. She was afraid I would have a stroke...at 31. :sick:

Found out I was hypertensive and type 2 diabetic. What the **** had I been doing the last ten years? Apparently not caring.

I was successful in losing 50lbs after that. Then...I worked for a horrible excuse for a person, on top of still not getting pregnant, and I stopped caring again. Put back on 38 of the 50 I had lost.

Now we're 5 years into trying to start a family and it's a last ditch effort to lose 25-30lbs just so I can take clomid. My cut off date is my 37th birthday, which will give us about 5-6 months to keep trying after that. If not, I honestly don't know. Invitro is not something I want, neither is adoption (don't start with me. Just don't.) I can't guarantee myself I won't have a melt down. That's what scares me the most. I'm typically a calm but cheerful person, but when I get low, I get really, really low. I don't know. I just...don't know.

My moment began in November 2012. I wanted to purchase health insurance so, you know, I could be healthy. The guy at the insurance place was slightly condescending, but whatever. I needed to go in and get a physical done. So I did, and the scale told no lies...I waited patiently for several weeks to hear back from the insurance company, and I didn't....so I finally called and the guy told me that their risk department determined that I was too risky to be covered at the lower premium. I felt mortified, angry, and disgusted. And then I realized I had to do something. So I decided that this year, I was taking my health seriously. I began in January 2013 and, I joined MFP in March 2013. I have lost 54 lbs. MFP has been such a godsend. I read the community quite a bit, I look for inspiration and humor from others. I am grateful for MFP this thanksgiving!

I sort of went through this period of resentment towards my past over the past few months where I would think, "Damn, why would I do this to myself? How did I let myself get to this point?", but I've worked on self-forgiveness so that I can continue this path and try to reach "one-derland" by January 2014. I'm only about 6lbs to go...I CAN DO THIS!

Ending up in the emergency room in hypertensive crisis after visiting an urgent care center because I'd been feeling run down for the past few months and not getting any better. My BP was 212/143 (IIRC). I'm not sure if it was due to chronic stress at work, having not slept much (or well!) in the past four months, terrible diet, genetic predisposition for hypertension, 3-5 drinks a day...or some combination. In any event, I visited a doctor after that ER incident and my BP was very high (150/100) so she put gave me some BP meds, but they caused by BP to go so low at times that I'd almost pass out when getting out of my chair (90/50 or less).

I did some research and found that managing BP via diet and exercise was more effective than any drug, and here I am.

My BP seems to have improved significantly in the past month or so. It still spikes on occasion, and I'm still trying to figure out what triggers that, but it's averaging 123/84 for the past week, so it seems the diet and exercise is working...oh, and not having more than 2-3 drinks an evening, because having 3+ drinks pretty much guarantees elevated blood pressure the following day. And I thought I was having my regular 3-4 daily beers to "relax". It seems too much of a good thing for my head isn't such a good thing for my body.

My moment was when I didn't even want to be in any pictures-I couldn't walk up steps-my legs rubbing together--and almost to big to fit in a chair-I said enough is enough-I started writing it down-going to the gym-I didn't like what I saw-so its been 5 years and today I can run up those same steps I couldn't even walk up -and I am half the size of the chair-I lost a whole person

I had two of them....all this year. The first was when I quit smoking back in February. My son was outside with me and picked up a cigarette butt and imitated daddy. That was the end of that!

The second, was on 10.21.13 - doctor showed me my latest test results, and my A1C was at 7% and he officially labeled me as a diabetic. Month later...down 22 lbs and dropped 20 pts off my BP.