What's your motivation?

I'm with you on this. While it is true that I want to feel confident, a lot of it also comes from looking good to others. Today I had this sad feeling of seeing a really good looking guy at a store and then feeling so crappy about how bad I looked because of my weight gain. Had I been 45 pounds lighter than where I am now, I would've had the confidence to do something in that kind of situation. I'm not saying that look is everything in starting a relationship, your confidence should come from something else, blah blah blah, while that's all true theoretically, it's hard to feel so confident and daring when I'm so overweight. Which is why I'm sick of being this way and want to lose weight!! Of course the main reason is my health but I would be lying if I said I didn't care what other people think

I wanted to look like my sister at first because she's beautiful.

She's tried to stop me from losing weight and I don't want to. Because I'm not where I want to be yet. I want to look good to other people. Wether she wants me to or not.

I couldn't give a fuc& what anybody thinks, if you're not doing this for you you're doing it for the wrong reasons.

I totally agree. I am so embarrassed lately. I want to do it for me but I also wanna look and feel good about myself again. I'm kinda at the point where I'm even embarrassed to work out at home. I don't wanna go out with my friends cause I am embarrassed how I look. I just don't feel confident anymore .

My very biggest motivation is the fact that my mom had a massive stroke at a young age and it could have been prevented if she had lost weight. I also think I am big motivator for myself because I am doing this and taking my life back. Lastly, I live next door to an upscale senior living place. WHen I go for my walks I see people in their 70's and more walking and looking good. WHen I first started out they were passing me up.lol. I want to be like them when I get their age.

My motivation is myself. I never worked out before and in the last seven months I've started to really see what my body is capable of. I recently ran my first 10k and I plan on earning my Spartan trifecta next year. The human body is a truly amazing thing and I can't wait to see how far I can push myself! I feel strong and capable and even though I still would like to drop 30 more pounds I have never felt better than I do right now.

My motivation is me. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm too darn young to have all these aches and pains. If I don't do something about my weight, it will end up killing me and that would suck. I don't want my death to be because of something I could have avoided.

I'd be lying if I said I'm not doing it so I can look good.....feel good.....get to wear the cute dresses, etc. I'm not losing weight for anyone other than me. If you don't like me when I'm overweight, you're not going to like me when I've lost weight. I'll still be the same person....just thinner.

My motivation is to look and feel how I used to when I was 2 and a half stone lighter. Miss feeling how I used to especially looking back at old pics.

This is a nice self-inquiry.

It would be easy for me to lie to myself and say it's all about me, but I cannot pretend like I don't care at all about how others look at me. I hope to have a healthy balance of both intrinsic and external reasons that motivate me, but I cannot always be sure of that. My motivation tends to shift with my moods. However, establishing solid healthy habits is great because it keeps me on track even when my motivation isn't.

I do have back problems, so even if I found prince charming the chubby chaser and settled down to a life of activism and general trouble making, and lived happily ever after, I'd still want to lose the last of this gut to see if it helps.

setting a good example for my kids

I’m doing this for myself. It’s not my fault I live in a phony, materialistic society that demands good health (it’s cheaper in the long run), beautiful people and dogs that like to run. It’s also not my making that my brain works better when I pay close attention to what I put into my mouth and move my body. But now I’m willing to do what needs to be done to be part of the very culture I disapprove of. (One that never learned that you never end a sentence with a preposition.) Many years ago, when the self-help movement began, one of the mantras was, “Only saying YES to your goal “. Never say NO to what you don’t want. “ No” creates negative events in your life. Like “I can’t be a physically attractive woman that other people admire because that is a superficial value." Guess what? Whatever works!!! I refused for years to take my weight seriously because I felt so bad about myself that I couldn’t conjure up a beautiful picture of myself that could draw me toward it. As a result, I slowly gained and gained and now I have 100 lbs. to lose. I could just give up, but, I love beautiful clothes, compliments from other people and laughing and feeling part of the group, among many other normal activities. All attributes that many people in my hippie generation disapproved of. Well, I didn’t choose this culture. And there are lots of changes I would make. But the reality is that people don’t pay attention to fat people. More often than not, they don’t even see you and if they do, they don’t give credibility to your words because they have prejudged you on your excessive weight and assume that you are lazy and not very bright. I no longer want to experience the feeling that your friends are embarrassed to sit at a table in a restaurant with you. I long ago lost touch with the girl under the heavy shell and I want to get to know her again. And I’m willing to be “phony” and “superficial” for a while to help her emerge from her hiding place and perhaps help others to emerge.

To finally fit and look good in my old cloths

I'm too stingy to buy new clothes. Therefore, I needed to lose weight to remain in the clothes I already had.

Yeah, I failed at that one - lost 2 sizes so had to buy new clothes anyway! :laugh:

But in seriousness, when I could barely walk up my stairs without breathing hard, it was time to change. In a single week a couple of years ago, I almost lost my husband to a rare blood infection, my Dad was diagnosed with cancer and I had to handle the end-of-year Christmas stuff at the kid's school and move house by myself. If the **** hit the fan, there would be no-one else available except me. So I needed to be the best I could be.