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

when i had to start buying bigger clothes, when my stomach started showing and i started getting stretch marks, when life hit me that i have a choice to look a certain way instead of feeling sorry for myself because i was fat. thats when i joined the gym and will never look back:) loving life.

My husband telling me many times how he resents being tied to me because I'm fat.

I SO hope you lose the weight and dump him.

Not as easy as that.
We have kids.
I'm not in my home country. About as far away from my family and friends as you can get on this planet.
Don't have any support here.

Well I hope you figure it out. You deserve better.

i hope so.

Actually stepping on the scales and seeing that I had gained over 10 kilos in 1 year. Over 1 and a half stone.
A friend that I hadn’t seen in 10 months coming to visit me and the first thing she said when she saw me was “Oh my God! Look how much weight you’ve gained!”.
None of my clothes fit me. I see photos of me on facebook and I look big. Muffin top and fat arms. The woman in the photo is not me.
But it was actually putting a number on my weight gain that shook me to the core. I will never forget the shock of seeing how heavy I am.

For me it was when I realized I wasn't in shape anymore.. I couldn't (still can't yet) run even a mile like I used to. That and people kept telling me I was looking fatter and fatter.

Over the last several years I've let myself get so big that I'm starting to run into some serious issues with mobility. I'm having a hard time getting up, much less actually walking. Body just hurts, and I have fat in places that I'm just not used to yet--its hard to navigate. I'm scared to fall because I'm not sure what we'll do, especially if I hurt something.

For years I've figured it was okay...that I'm not "that" big as long as I can walk. But now that I am starting to deal with that as a possibility, I'm scared. I do not want to be immobile!

I know this weight is my fault, and I have no one to blame but my own love for food. I have to make a change somehow!

I know you've been on this site for a while, but I can't tell you how happy I am to see you deciding to take control of your health and turn things in a new and exciting direction!

Thank you! And thanks for being so supportive. I want to at least stop gaining and hopefully lose enough to get some mobility back!

The last straw for me was being denied entrance to a ride at Hershey Park, the safety bar would not latch over my belly. I had to do the walk of shame in front of everyone..

I started the day that my doctor told me my fasting blood glucose was 241, and that she was giving me insulin right now, there in her office.

For me it was seeing that I was the same weight that I was in high school. I know that sound stupid, and that for so many people high school was a time to be remembered but for me high school was a time for me where I was a dependent insecure child who didn't even think her close friends even found her attractive. I became healthy in the first years of college as an independent adult, figuring out life and how to live life, but in the past few months have regressed, and don't want to let myself become the same insecure girl I was in high-school. Part of that is becoming healthy again, and I'm more than happy to put in the effort.

Whenever I was 5 lbs over the weight limit to ride a horse and said to my father in law, what if I'm too heavy, and he replied "there is no way you weigh more than 250 lbs"
Then I got on the horse and couldn't even ride her because my pelvis hurt from spreading my legs so far....

After surgery for a severely blocked aorta, (an abdominal aortic stent was placed in my aorta). My cholesterol was way out of line and my doctor said he was surprised I had not already had a heart attack or stroke.
I am fairly young and still have a lot to do in life.

My last straw was when I tried on a red prom dress that I mistakenly thought was a size 12..it was a size 5. So I'm putting it on and it was REALLY tight and I'm thinking "did I go up like 3 sizes in 1 week?" By the time I saw the 5 in my mirror reflection it was too late. The bust part of the dress was around my ribcage and it was stuck. It took me 10 minutes to try and get out of it without ripping it.

In my unhappy marriage of 15 years I gained over 60 lbs, then lost and regained the weight twice. Now I have been in a combative divorce for almost two years during which time we have to still live together, and have let the weight inch up again as a coping method. I have figured that since I don't believe in re-marriage, the comfort food is worth it as it would help me get through the divorce and I was out of the "game" anyway. But then the other day my nine-year-old bluntly told me that I look ugly and fat and that he wished I was skinny like before. It was that painful honesty that really brought me back to reality. I knew I was overweight again, but certainly didn't think of myself as fat and ugly. I now feel so strongly that being this way really is a choice, and even if it will just be for my own well-being and not about how I attractive I am to some guy it is well worth it.

This week. When I was winded and sweaty just walking to a meeting. I am 47 but feel like I am 80.

I have a neurological condition, and weight loss has been shown to help some patients, especially those who are overweight. It took me a long time to find the motivation, though. For the first year after diagnosis and the year leading up to that I was pretty damn exhausted all the time and didn't want to do anything. I was stressed, and to make matters worse I turned to food to make myself feel better. I started rewarding myself with unhealthy snacks whenever I'd get through a rough spell. Within a semester at college, I gained 14 pounds. I think that was what really shocked me into it. I knew that if I don't start changing something now, I would just keep gaining and gaining, and I didn't want that. I'm hoping to bring my weight back down to a healthy level, but I'm taking my time. I'm still sick and finding more and more health problems piling on, so I kind of have to just roll with the punches and use my good days as they come. But first and foremost, I want to stop using food as a means of comforting myself when my pain is overwhelming. It's not going to be easy, but I hope I can do it.