At what point did you finally decide "this is it..."

When my size 18W/20W pants started to get tight. It was either buy new pants in the next size up or get off my azz and do something about it.

For me it was a 3 day period where things just kept popping up to prove that I needed to change.
It started with the morning I hit 300lbs on the scale and was like Nope! Not happening. Later that day I went to the beach with my girlfriend in a dress that slimmed me down. When I saw those photos I realized that no matter what I wore I was much bigger than I was allowing myself to see in the mirror, it was like despite looking at my body before I was seeing it as smaller than it actually was.
The following day I decided to go out on my quad skates that I'd left in the closet for who knows how long since starting college....I couldn't skate for more than 10 minutes before I had to stop, this was a slap in the face considering the fact that just over a year ago I was playing full on roller derby with no problems what so ever.
Then to top it all off on the 3rd day I found out that someone teaches Stand Up Paddle Boarding near where I live, a sport I've wanted to learn since I found out it existed a while back, the downside; their boards only carried up to 250lbs so I'm far to heavy to even attempt it.

when I realized that I'm not proud of the way I look. My tummy isn't 'sexy' or toned or tight or flat or anything. There is no reason it shouldn't be. .....and I'm the only reason it isn't.

Pictures. I thought I was chubby in the mirror, but then I saw myself in pics and was just disgusted. Even in outfits I thought I looked shapely/smaller in, I was still a wide load from every angle. Not cute.

I looked down and I couldn't see my feet.

It had been a long, slow progression of weight gain, with accompanying realizations. Not wanting to wear skirts and dresses because my thighs were uncomfortably rubbing together was a real tipping point, but seeing a new number on the scale--one that approached 190--was the final wake-up call.

The worst of my weight gain happened through a series of stressful times, particularly in the last two or three years. This summer I'm trying to adopt enough healthy habits to keep me in control when my workload increases in the fall.

My muffin top was turning into the whole bakery shelf and I couldn't take it any more. I'm a belly dancer on the side and when I feel gross in my costumes in spite of my general over abundance of self confidence, it's not cool. I've been slowly and steadily gaining year after year. Two pregnancies isn't accounting for all the weight gained, so it's time to get serious about actually paying attention to portions, about getting some more serious movement in my life, and eventually about getting strong to carry me long into my late years in a healthy body.

When I was embarrased for my husband to see me naked. During the Academy Awards I commented that Amy Adams looked hot in her dress and he said, "You had that exact figure until a couple of years ago." OK, then.

I'm 17 years old, 5'11" tall, and I'm going to be graduating this year. I ballooned up to... gosh 236 right before my vacation.
I looked at myself in the mirror and felt soooo ashamed of myself. So the week after vacation I stopped eating the nasty food. I started working out amost daily. Aaand I stepped on the scale 7 days after getting back home and I was 229! From then on I have had the mindset of "I can do this."
Now I'm setting mini goals. My mini goal at the moment is to be under 215 when school starts back up.
My bigger goal is to be down to 170 at graduation. When I graduate and am about 70 pounds less then I was the year before, I don't think there will be a girl happier than me.
Hope I can do this... The road ahead of me is long.

You can do this! I love the mini goals. That is what keeps me going! Good luck sweetie!

Father was diagnosed with Type II diabetes. I said "No Way" to me following those footsteps.

I've been saying for years I should do something. I even tried a few times. I usually gave up so quickly though. If I worked out (I would be a total baby about it too) I would take that to mean I could eat whatever and justify sitting and watching TV the rest of the day. If I ate good (which I rarely did) I didn't have to work out.

Then my sister started talking about a beach vacation for next year while we did a mini stay cation here at home while we were lounging by the pool. It sounded wonderful, but I just didn't feel comfortable (especially not next to my cute sister and our tiny uber healthy looking friend). I came home and spent a week just feeling off and unhappy. Then I walked by the mirror in my bedroom and really saw myself. I realized I'm going to hit 300 in a couple years at the rate I'm going. I don't want to go to a beach resort and not feel comfortable in my own skin. I didn't want to not do fun things because I was worried I'd be too heavy for the activity, or it wouldn't be able to accommodate my weight. I want to wear cute swimsuits and sleeveless summer dresses. So I sat down with my husband and said help me do this. Hold me accountable, don't let me make excuses. He wanted to lose some weight too, so he said he'd do it with me. He's not at the place where I am, just done with being fat and ready to be normal, but he's doing the workout stuff with me. It keeps me motivated more. My kids are proud and I'm already feeling better after only 2 weeks. I really want to go to the beach and feel comfortable.

i just turned 34. I haven't been happy about my size in several years, and it's uncomfortable, hot, and sometimes just embarrassing. I cannot shop for clothes without them either being hideous, or very expensive. I've been opting for expensive so I can at least feel better about my outlook for today.

So, as my birthday present to myself I am giving myself the gift of better health, strength and fitness. It's been about a week, had a birthday celebration in there but other than that I've been doing well. Several workouts in, trying to make walking a habit, and logging everything, good, bad or otherwise. I don't want to live as the fat friend forever and I'd like to be able to walk into any store and select some nice clothing, not have to drive 45 minutes to shop at the one store available. I can do this. It helps that my work partner also started his program a few months ago, and he's lost 70 pounds, so I have a good, supportive friend to help me get started. The time just seems right!

I've always been the big girl, but I never really had any health issues. I actually lost weight in college from walking everywhere. I stayed in the low 200s until my thyroid went overactive. I lost 50 pounds in 3 months. I had to completely kill my thyroid with radioactive iodine in 2010 and gained around 80 pounds over the next two years trying to find an optimal dose of synthroid for me. I knew that I should have taken better care of myself during the "find the right medication" phase of my hypothyroidism, but I was having fun going out with friends every night and partying.

I've been trying to lose weight since December, but the big moment hit me this weekend when I was looking for new work pants and had to buy the size 20 ones. That sucked, and they're still a little tight.

The Christmas party rolled around and I had no 'going out' clothes in the wardrobe that fit me. And then I went shopping....and realised how many sizes I had increased by.....and that I couldn't wear the style of clothes I wanted to because I didn't feel good in them, at that size.

That was enough to do it for me!

When 39 years old I gave birth to my son and weighed almost 300 lbs. I was borderline diabetic with sever hypertension and a family history of heart disorder. I don't want my children losing their mother when they are still young and need me.