Didn't know I was getting fat till I got fat!!

Fat is ninja like that I swear to god I blinked and next thing you know I was 230 lol

i knew...but like you said i was in denial...extreme denial...i would make one excuse after the other for why "i would start tomorrow"...

but my breaking point was tying my shoes and walking up stairs...neither could be accomplished without a lot of effort...i knew then i needed make a change!!

I honestly did not realize that I had gained so much weight back. When I told one of my friends that I needed to lose some weight again, she told me that I didn't need to. Needless to say, I have gained ALL of my sixty pounds back. I knew I was gaining weight, but I wasn't aware HOW much I gained. I can definitely tell now since none of my clothes are fitting.

I started massive hormone therapy, so I ate like I normally did, exercised like a normally did, however, my body did not do what it normally did. Next thing I knew, I was up 20-25 pounds and buying much larger pants (gurrrrrrr haha). Well, I tipped the scale at 160 (Im only five feet tall ) and said WOAH THERE SISTER, time to real in the nights of pizza, wings, and alcohol and get on track.

Good luck!!

I knew I was heavy and having my kids only a year apart I knew I had extra weight from that but I just never knew how much. My turning point was when we got invited to a friends for dinner and I had no pants that fit. Being a stay at home mom I was always in my sweat pants or pajama pants. I cried for hours not having anything to wear. I made my husband buy a scale and cried a lot more when it said 255 lbs! I just didn't understand how I let myself get to that point. I look at pictures from back then and for the life of me I don't understand how I didn't know I was that big.

I understand exactly what you mean. I too was in denial because I swore that the clothes were running smaller and smaller unless I purchased them from certain stores. I knew I was gradually picking up pounds. Somedays I felt small and some days I just felt big but I hadn't realized exactly how big I was. It wasn't until I placed my fist on my chest one day and noticed how everything that surrounded my fist (my body) was extremely large. I realized at that point that my heart is working overtime.

it's so true for me too. i have always hated having my picture taken, but it had gotten to the point where it made me really ANGRY when it came to having my picture taken. i couldn't believe that i had gotten so 'fluffy'. i had just become complacent and let myself have whatever whenever i wanted it. i couldn't see it until i really looked at those pictures. now, i'm SO GLAD i did!

good luck to you on your journey!!

I've had a LOT go on in the last almost 3 years, no surprise that I gained weight during all that, but honestly it was the last thing on my mind because the rest was more serious. In January I decided that I miss a lot of my old clothes that used to fit a year ago. I don't know what clicked, but when I got on the scale at my doctor's office and I saw it go into the 400's I was SHOCKED! I thought I'd never tiptoe into that area! That's when I knew I had to be serious about it and not do this 1/2 way or quit.

I knew I was getting fat, I was bored , unhappy and food was my pleasure. Its hard to let that go when you don't get satisfaction or pleasure from other areas of your life. Then you get fatter , and start to isolate yourself because you can't get into your skinny clothes and feel major unattractive and not good enough. Its a vicious circle and it keeps spiriling up up and up.....

When I got on a Doctor's scale that maxed out at 350lbs and i weighed more then that... I wanted to crawl under a rock but instead I did something about it.....

I noticed when I was checking my arm for bruises and all of a sudden I saw the fat....then I decided to look around and just saw it all...I wanted to cry and say it wasn't so, but after that moment...all I could see were those few images and knew I had to change...and change is where I am at.

I was around ten stone at the age of fourteen. Highest was ten four. I dropped down to nine, but over the last few years, my weight has slowly crept back up, all the way to eleven stone. Now I'm back at nine, I realised that I was much bigger than I thought I was at the time.

I realize I was getting fat around my brothers wedding (about 16 years old). I couldn't fit any of the dresses, i was devastated. And after that was over, I went home and tried on some clothes and some of my clothes didn't fit right and things were hanging all over.

Two incidents that happened in quick succession. First, I picked up my then half grown puppy one evening and stepped on the scale to get his weight by subtraction, and was shocked, SHOCKED to see a number greater than 200 pounds come up. Sure, I was fully dressed, including shoes, and it was after dinner and I had a dog in my arms.... but still... That was way more than I expected. Joey is just a little fellow (that's him to the left) and quite svelte. I never did get his weight that evening because there was no way I could face the number that would have come up on the scale without him

The second red flag was when I took my car to be serviced and was sitting in the waiting room, bored out of my gourd, and realized I could no longer cross my legs above the knees. Well, I could, but they wouldn't stay crossed once I'd relaxed the muscles. They reminded me of those balloons clowns twist together to make animals, except that these were defective balloons. I'd twist them together but as soon as I let go of them, so to speak, they'd fly apart.

This was a couple of years back, when I dealt with it by cutting out all carbonated beverages(with or without sugar) and most sweets, and also by walking 40 minutes to an hour nearly every day. I lost 15, maybe 20 pounds just from doing that before hitting a plateau. A couple of months ago I stepped up my efforts.