Remember the day you said enough is enough?????

Mine was 7/4/2010, 1 day after my 47th birthday. I decided then I was not getting any younger, so I was going to get better. Best decision I ever made! Lovin' life now!

I think I've had many A-HA moments through life, where I finally got to the point of sticking with something and making it happen.... for a while. Having been overweight my entire life, and never knowing what thin looked or felt like... weighing less and feeling stronger was always an improvement.... lossof 50lbs, 90lbs.... and I was satisfied... but then there was always something that made me stop my journey and gain it all back and thensome..... Here I am today, 41, married for almost 2 years, and rather late in the "game".... Wanting so badly to have children, but know that the weight is probably keeping it from happening... not to mention being pregnant at my current weight would not be good for me or my child. Having met my now husband, someone who always accepted me as I was, was a miracle in it'self..... however, our lifestyle over the last couple of years has caused him to become a couch potato and overweight. He was not that way when I had met him, and now has approx 50 pounds to lose too. I somehow, in the back of my mind, feel responsible for this weight gain.... although I didn't shove food down his throat, or keep him from exercising.... I think my horrible example of living really grew on him..... It is with this A-HA moment, I have taken a good look at myself, as well as my husband and realize that I want us both to live highly productive lives, and be healthy..... I want to be able to do whatever I want to do... i.e. watersking, dancing in public, flying comfortably in an airplane.... fitting in all seats for themepark rides.... attending concerts and being comfy..... gonig out with confidence, knowing I look and FEEL fantastic!!!! I want to be healthy, first, and certainly in GREAT shape. AT the age of 41, I am in bad need of knee replacements in both knees..... which is quite young.... I've had numerous operations.... and that has caused most of it... however, being very overweight has caused 50% of the damage..... Getting the weight off my knees is a HUGE priorty for me.... and will most likely allow me more time NOT to have the replacements and yet still feel good. I would love to join your group... as it's finally time!!!!!
Thank you,
Nancy

That is what I have on my home page. ENOUGH!!!!!!
September 24 2010.

Been committed to this lifestyle change since then.
To date I am down 50 lbs from the start with 59 more to go.

I have lost 7 inches from my waist and 5 from my hips.
Last month's plane trip was the first I can remember that I did not have request a belt extender.

July 20, 1996. I turned 29 and realized that my life was not what I wanted it to be. I signed up with Weight Watchers and lost just over 50 lbs (233 down to 179). I felt amazing. I met the man I would marry and he was not that into working out and I let my new lifestyle fall by the way side and gained it all back before our wedding the following year. On my wedding day I weighed that dratted ol' 233 again. Up and down on the scale for the next 10 years.

I was convinced I was a weight loss failure, even went to see an specialist who said there is no reason on earth why I shouldn't be able to lose weight.

Finally I heard my 6 year old daughter talking to my husband, who has since become a marathon runner, about how fat Mommy is. It broke my heart, I want to be hero, someone she looks up to.

This time it is different. I also have "end stage" arthritis and was told that I need to have knee replacement surgery. I am 43! That is way too young! The Dr. told me every pound I lose will be 4lbs of pressure on my knee.

Here I am today... 10 lbs down with another 50 to go! My daughter loves working out with me to the Wii. It is different this time.

Thank you for generating this post Polo!

This is suchb a great idea! I'm sad to say that I haven't quite had that ah ha moment yet. I worked really hard to lose my pregnancy weight after my 4th baby. When he turned 1, I started letting my eating habits slip. He's now 20 months and I'm up 30 lbs. and 3 jean sizes. I know that I need to change, but I haven't gotten my "moment" yet. Maybe this will be it?

I dont remember the date but the picture is in my profile..I was at my sisters babyshower "eating" someone took a picture ..when I saw it I was horrified...I never realized what I looked like and avoiding any full length mirror never helped.

When I go to work everyday and help people get off drugs and alcohol and I can't even put the fork down for 24 hrs without using food to deal with me and life. My cousin knew that I was living in shame and quilt and told me about this web site, I once again took my will back and tried on my own, cause you know I can. Well, back up again to quilt and shame cause I should be able to do this on my own. I am committed this time. It feels good to know other people who are trying to get better. I hope I can make it tonight and not overeat to deal with the stress and loneliness i live with everyday. thank you for allowing me to share. PEACE

This particular time it was back in November 2010. I was following my oldest daughter's 4H group in the local Christmas parade. We were the first group in the parade. From the git-go, I started following behind. The smaller kids like my daughter were riding in a horse drawn wagon with the bigger kids, the leader, and a few other parents following behind on foot. The further down the parade route we got, the further behind I got. It was horrible. I used to be able to walk and walk and walk. After a while, I actually fell out of the parade because I was holding the rest it up. There was a HUGE gap between our group and the next. I DID finish the parade, but I felt miserable and humiliated. I vowed then that next year I would finish the parade WITH the group.

Just after this I decided to step on the scale and see just how bad my weight had gotten. The day before Thanksgiving, I weighed in at 301lbs. That day I began to change my life.