question: how old...

I can't count the number of times I "had enough". At age 32 I lost 20 lbs., down to 122. I exercised at home (Jane Fonda) drank "Herbalife" drinks and did it. I then gained it all back plus 10-20 lbs. From then on as one person said, I yo-yo dieted. I now weigh more than I ever weighed, even when I was 9 months pregnant with both my girls!!! NOW at the ripe old age of 59, (just turned), I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! It's amazing when I look in the mirror, I don't see that I've gained as much as I have...then I turn sideways. I look like I"m 10 months pregnant. :noway: I feel awful.....my whole body hurts. I know it's because of all this weight I am carrying around.

So, at age 59 I HAVE HAD ENOUGH! I am trying to eat right. I have joined a Woman's Fitness Club, and hopefully the pounds will start coming off.....slowly, but it will come off.

30. I have always been slim, but lost the plot and got into a bad lifestyle and gained lots of weight between the age of 26-30. (3 stone to be precise).
Got back to where I wanted to be, just before I got married in 2012 Have been maintaining since then, but got a little careless and a little do with the fact I developed a joint condition, which makes being active very painful.
I now have 5 Ibs to loose to get back to my ideal.

I started last March and I was 47. I have currently lost 136 pounds (not all on MFP). I have tried many times before and always gained it back. Not this time! I feel better now than I ever have.

I guess you could say I "had enough" several times in my life. So read ahead if you like long winded stories...
In middle school when all the friends I thought I had turned on me and their primary focus was on how I looked. When I'm crying to my mom about how I just don't fit right in the 'juniors' department and need to go to Lane Bryant instead. I'd lose a little then gain it back, perpetually.
In high school when everyone else on the tennis team wore the cute uniform dresses and I played in a tshirt and shorts. When there was nothing worse in the world than hearing someone call me the F word -- fat.
After freshman year of college when I don't even know if I got the Freshman 15 or what felt like the Freshman 50. I wouldn't weigh myself. I was wearing the biggest jeans I've ever had to purchase. My friends and I lived on Mountain Dew and the burritos from the dining hall. I had a gym around the corner from my dorm but felt like that wasn't for people like me.
Things took a solid turn when I met my boyfriend. He was an avid cyclist and while riding a bike wasn't for me, we would go on hikes and cook healthy for each other. He left for grad school after the summer and we tried to make it work. I'll avoid the hairy details but he ended up not being a nice guy at all. In fact, I never felt worse about myself than I did when we were together and for a long time afterwards...
After that I sort of coasted along, focusing on work and school.
ANYWHO, 2011 was an insane year. I was 22, my dad was sick, I was graduating from college, my sister was preggers with her first kid, I moved from my childhood home to my sisters because a 5 bedroom house was unrealistic to maintain between my mom and I (dad was in the hospital), and I was interning at my dream company. I basically lived in my car between school, work, the hospital/care facility, and home. Not a lot of time left to take care of myself. I graduated, dad passed away, and I hit the highest weight I've ever been. It scared me so I started focusing on me again. I gave up sugar, flour and wheat. I started P90X. I lost 20 lbs. Then I got a full time job and had to move to the country.
Moving and starting a new job are GREAT ways to talk yourself out of working out. The job got busier, I would go to the gym randomly and since I lived in BFE, cooked for myself more. My apartment had black mold, my neighbor was insane and would slam on the walls and my narcolepsy was out of whack. So I moved, again, December 2012.
Fast forward some more, got a promotion at work, working basically 7 days a week to make sure I got done what I needed to. Stressing so much I literally made myself sick. I'd fluctuate + or - 5 lbs, surprisingly only gaining back 15 of what I had lost October 2011. Working all the time and stressing out left me little time to actually utilize my gym membership. But December 2013 just after my 25th birthday I signed up for my first half marathon. That was it, enough was enough for real this time. I was going to do something I'd never done before. I would slam the stop button on the treadmill after a mile, let alone 13.1.
Surprisingly, despite training and eating what I felt was 'healthy', I still fluctuated those +/- 5 lbs. I completed the Cleveland Half in May at 281 lbs. Since then, I've joined MFP, in February I got a new job, in April I got a new car, and this month I moved AGAIN (but this time out of the country!!) and in September I'm going to complete my second Half...what do they say are the most stressful events that can happen in your life? Yeah.

So a super long winded story to get to...about 25 is where I hit my limit on 'this is it'. I'm not crash dieting, or starving myself, or eating back ALL THE CARBS every time I run. I love myself where I am right now, the word fat doesn't bother me at all, people can't insult me on my size because if you've heard it once you've heard it a million times. This isn't about getting "skinny", it's about being the best me that I can be, so by 2016 I can do a full marathon...fat and all lol.

I was very thin pretty much under weight into my 20's had a couple of babies and hit 160 thought the world was ending being that heavy however I really did not do much about it, at 30 I got sick and by sick I mean really sick at 31 found out that my sick was Lupus they put me on meds that made me want to eat and eat so I did and I sat on the couch doing NOTHING because I was sick and I hurt and I had lots of excuses. at 43 I was tired of being fat I had hit an all time high of 240 pounds and to make matters worse my body fat % was around 90 OMG I joined a gym kind of lightly worked out for about a year didn't change my awful eating habits lost 5 pounds pfft . This past June my Dad got really ill and on July 10 at just 66 he passed away, I don't want to die at 66 so at 44 I have kicked it in gear yesterday I weighted myself 208 my body fat is around 46 and I plan on not stopping until I hit my goal. It is not easy with Lupus I am always tired and something always hurts but you know what it dose not hurt like it did at 240 camped on the couch.

47! after years of yoyo dieting. I saw a picture of myself at a friends party in 2011 and that was that I lost 45Lbs and kept it off for 2 years, finally decided to lose the remaining 16lbs this year. I have never felt so good as I do now , feel fab at 50.

48 for me.

I started the process at about 29/30. Just small steps at first which is why I'm still working on it at 34, but I'm in much better shape now than I was then!

30

24 the first time when I found out I had high blood pressure. I dropped 45 pounds, then regained 30 over the next 5 years. Now at 29, I'm trying to drop them again.