When was your last straw that made you want to change?

Awh:( This made me so sad. You are so pretty. No one deserves to be treated like that. Everybody is beautiful and if he just can't see it in you, then he doesn't even deserve a pretty woman like you. Forget him. You will find someone who is worth you time.

For me, it was the photos of me in the dress I wore for my PhD exam. I had bought a lovely suit the year before, but couldn't fit in it, and in the photos I look really fat. So I decided enough was enough, I had been saying for years that I want "try" to lose weight, but at that point my inner Yoda came out and said "do or do not, there is no try" and that was it. Reasons are all very well as long as you don't let them become excuses.

When I was pregnant with my first son I had gestational diabetes. I lived the life of a type II diabetic for 12 weeks and decided that I needed to get healthy when I was done with the pregnancy to try to avoid type II diabetes in the future. My dad has been type II diabetic for a long time and I see the toll it take on him and he has his under control with meds.

I'm 29 and have had fibromyalgia for as long as I can remember. I was never overweight until about 4 years ago but even before then, I've always felt like crap. I was in a serious car accident 4 yeasts ago and gained A LOT of weight that year due to not being active. I was in severe pain and my fibro was thru the roof. I was on various meds that I attribute to some of the weight gain but let's be honest, I basically laid in bed 90% of the time. I went from 130 to 215 that year. I felt alone, especially because it didn't seem like anyone could understand the amount of pain I was in and I felt extremely helpless. It angered my anytime someone would advise me to exercise, saying that I'd "feel so much better." When people told me that I honestly took it as a sign that they didn't understand it even care. So, I spent the next 3 years, watching my kids grow up "without me."I was there but I couldn't play with them without hurting. I felt like my husband and kids deserved someone better than me. Then, suddenly, my dad died at 51 years old from complications of diabetes. He was everything to me. My mom left when u was a baby so my dad raised me and we were very close. I've never been diabetic but I knew it was only a matter of time. I've spent last last year (he died 10-1-2012) grieving and sinking further into depression. I became addicted to passion medications and 5 months ago, during my prayer time with the Lord, I came to the harsh reality that I was killing Myself with those pills. I felt God speak to my heart that I was not going to live to see my kids grow up if I didn't stop the pills. I flushed 100 pills (oxycodone 30mg) that night and spent the next 2 weeks in a blurred hell. Withdrawal was excruciating. I stayed going to an outpatient sober living facility and began therapy. After being off pills for 3 months, I was finally proud of myself for the first time in forever and my therapist was also very proud of me. It was then that he told me about a friend of his that's a personal trainer who works specifically with addicts to help them become addicted to living healthy. I wasn't convinced and I was even mad at him because I felt like he should have known how serious my fibro was, especially nor that I didn't have medications to take the edge off. I left his office angry. We didn't re-adress the issue until a month later when I busy into tears mid session and told him I was sick of being fat and unhealthy.i told him that none of the trials that I had overcome even mattered because I was still just as miserable, if not more so. He gave me the trainers number and I promised to give it a try for 10 sessions with the trainer. Its been 5 weeks and (yup.. I'm totally crying now) I feel like a brand new person. I train with him 4 days a week. The first 2 weeks were extremely hard but my trainer was educated on fibro and pushed me just a little dither than I thought I could go which proved to me that I'M NOT A PRISONER IN THIS BODY!!! The first thing my trainer had me do was keep track of my calories on here and after doing that for a week and seeing for myself how many extra calories I was eating let day, that was motivation for me to change my eating habits. I was DRINKING 1300 calories per day!!! Remember how I said the first 2 weeks pretty much sucked? Well, the first week that I was training I was still eating unhealthy and the second week my body was adjusting to my static diet change. The third week I felt empowered and stronger than I ever thought possible. The fourth week I was ready to add a gym membership to my fitness plan. This is week 5. I'm now training 1 on 1 for 3 days a week instead of 4 and I go to the gym 3 Days a week. Sundays are family day where my husband and I go on a nature walk with our 4 kids. I'm active everyday and living the life of my dreams after only 4 WEEKS! Yesterday I compared my pictures from my start date on December 9, 2013 to the ones I took January 9, 2014 and honestly, the results are unbelievable! I'd be happy to share my pictures with anyone that wants to see. Obviously, I still have a ways to go but I'm happier and healthier than I've ever been! My husband is so impressed with my 4 week results that he dusted training last week! Life is good and I finally feel like I'm living it!

My last straw was not being able to buy off the rack anymore!

What finally did it for me is that I reached 200 pounds for the 3rd time. I'm sick of losing and the gaining it all back.

I had a Gastric Bypass in 1997 at 393 lbs. I lost about 150 lbs that first year and then immediatly started to gain weight back. Fast forward to 2011 at a Drs. appointment. The scale said 317 and I had simply had enough. In the past I never once exercised, never ate healthy foods and never care enough to try. This time I did and it paid off. The rest is history.

lol no one reads anyone else's in these threads

I read all of them :embarassed:

I have too!

I read them all also, it's somehow encouraging...

I was going to be in my friend's wedding. I was never happy with my weight and hated how I looked in pictures- I knew I needed to do something since I didn't want to hate how I looked in all her wedding photos. It worked and I am in another friend's wedding this summer which is my motivation for my next mini-goal!

My pants are too tight (I refuse to go to the next size up!), my bras are too tight, I am getting out of breath at the slightest activities, I don't feel well. I'm starting to go through menopause (I'm sure extra weight makes it worse!) I just don't like myself anymore.

I reached 140 lbs.. Top of the 'Healthy Weight Scale' for 5'1'' women!

Add me!

My last straw was when I started crying every day because I had to put on clothes that didn't fit right and were uncomfortable. It also was when I was close to 200 pounds and being that I am very short this was a big let down. I also have gained a great deal of weight in my chest area and it's causing alot of back pain.

Mine was my before photo in my profile pic. I was 102kgs there and now I'm 81kgs. It was a big wake up call. :blushing:

I got engaged in December and I had only lost about eight pounds because I was being lazy about it. I gave up on myself. I got terrified of being uncomfortable in my wedding dress, as clothes have always made me emotional. Shopping is always a rollercoaster of emotions for me. I hate it. I didn't want to feel the same about my wedding dress. The whole process of finding the dress is supposed to be so wonderful, with my friends and mom, and I don't want my weight to be in my way. Who wants to think about their weight on their big day? Not me! I've been thinking about my weight since 5th grade. 2014 is my year.

You will look great (the person marrying you already thinks so). That doesn't mean you shouldn't t do your best diet wise, but on that day, forget about it enjoy it to the fullest. I had lost 20 pounds, 2 dress sizes before my wedding, everyone was complementing me on how great I looked (the smallest size I'd ever been since I was 8), but every time they were taking a picture of me, I could only think about my arm fat and how it would look in the pics :embarassed: Today, the size I was on my wedding day is my goal size :ohwell:

Mine was when I realised I spent most of my 20s as a size 16 (uk) and crept upto a 18.

Keep spotting clothes I want to wear so much but never got the opertunity as I am too fat for them.

I may be a little to old for the short shorts by the time id probably loose the weight I need but there will be alot more outfit opertunitys for me.

And I shaved my hair off December 2012 out of depression so I thought while im waiting for my hair to grow back how I want it may as well sort my body out too.