What finally made you say "enough is ENOUGH!"?

Saw some pictures of myself from my friend's wedding. Oh, and the doorkeeper at the court house asked me, "Are you the bride's mom?". I was shocked. A couple of months back, my landlord asked me "And when is the baby due?"...

I decided I didn't want to be the fat friend. Also, I looked in the mirror and realized that my cheeks looked like I had just recently gotten my wisdom teeth out. I also want to start dating again, but I didn't (and still don't) feel attractive enough to date anything. So for now, I'll work on being a better me.

I just wanted to say that I think you look great in your profile pic. Don't let your weight determine your worth! You are a beautiful woman! It's wonderful that you're getting healthier and improving yourself for YOU, but know that you were beautiful before losing the weight, too!

A bunch of things all together.

I had a draw full of jeans that I had kept for more than a year that I couldn't wear.
My Grandma got ill and while in hospital I would sit and talk to her, one day we took my heart rate with the machines and I couldn't believe it was in the high eighties.
Going with my girlfriends to the beach and crying in the changing rooms because I was so embarrassed and uncomfortable with my body.
Sitting on the floor of my work toilets crying after having binged on an entire banoffe pie and then purging and knowing that I couldn't sustain living like this any more.

All of these things made me realise I wanted to loose weight and do it in a healthy way, make myself fit and strong and HAPPY with my body.

I have been on both ends of the spectrum. I've been heavy...thin...heavy..not so thin. I was going through a difficult and stressful separation trying to get a divorce in late 1999 and early 2000. I went to my dr for a checkup and I had lost 65 pounds in less than 4 months. He ran all sorts of tests thinking I had some something or other to have made me drop that much weight that quickly. He finally said it was from stress. I never did get my divorce, he died in Aug. 2001. Once I decided I could live without the stress I stayed between 135-145. My life had changed in a lot of ways. I met my current husband in June 2000, we got pregnant Dec 2000. Our first daughter was born August 2001. (Yes, I went to my first husbands funeral 24 days before I gave birth. ) My weight was up to about 180 by then. I remarried in Dec 2001. As luck would have it, we got pregnant on our honeymoon with our second daughter, she was born in Sept 2002. I was pushing 200 pounds when she was born. I took a breath and figured I would get back on a diet and shed the baby weight x2. I was doing ok dropping a pound or 2 a week for 5 months. I got down to about 160 or so and was making good steady progress. Went to the dr in March 2003 she told my weight looked good and wrote me a script for prenatal vitamins. She never told me I was pregnant, she figured I already knew. Nov 2003 we had our 3rd daughter. I was well over 210 pounds when our last one ws born. Pretty much baby weight x3. During each pregnancy I was insulin dependent and it got worse with each pregnancy. I was taking several 100 units a day, 3 shots a day, checking my blood sugar 7 times a day. I swear I had so many pin holes in me you could have put a water hose up my butt and I could have spun around like a sprinkler and watered the lawn through all those holes in my arms, legs and fingers. I have been on insulin for the last 9 years. It sucks!! Various back injuries and multiple surgeries to correct those can make a person sedentary. Which is where I am now. I am heavier now than I have ever been. Enough is way more than enough.

I knew I was very heavy and needed to do something about it, but did not want to give up fast food. When I saw the scale border 200 lbs (199.8), I made the decision to get healthy. Still, I was not serious about it. On December 17, my little sister got engaged and that was my breaking point. I did not want to be the largest person in the wedding party (although I still will be because everyone else is tiny, lol). I had to lose at least 3 inches from my waist to even fit into my strapless bra and I definitely did not want to buy a new one (they're expensive). I might end up having to buy a new one anyway because I am on the tightest hook and still losing, plus my cup size is slightly smaller. But, I'm heading in the right direction Finding this website has made it so much easier and the support is amazing!

For me, well I'm just sick of being trapped in this body. I was finding the simplest of things were getting harder and harder to do. I never had a problem with my weight until about 10 years ago, and I miss the old me before I got heavy. I had planned to start losing weight on my Birthday in November, and I did lose some, but I was starting to slide back again...I realized I was getting close to gaining what I had lost back again, and I just refused to let that happen.
This was Tuesday April 12th. I had just finished watching Biggest Loser, and came online to start logging my food into Fitday, and happened across this site. I'm not really sure how I found it to be honest, but I'm glad I did! I signed up that night and logged my food I had eaten and decided that moment things would change...This time I refuse to fail!!!

Honestly...When I was 6 months pregnant I really badly wanted McDonalds When we were there I saw a 5 year old that was really overweight. I just about cried. I looked down at my tummy and said tonite is the last nite that I'm going to put bad food in my mouth. I decided from that day forward I would eat even healthier than I already was for my baby but then also to stick with it after she was born. I want to live a healthy life style and to show my daughter how to eat healthy and stay in shape. I want to be able to play and run with my daughter and I want her to be able to play and run like I use to when I was young. I don't want her to see me eat garbage and think its ok too.

It was gradual for me, but when I started looking at pictures from recent friends' birthdays and realizing I wasn't as cute and thin as I thought I was, I kicked it into high gear. I also am starting a career in the beauty industry and daily we are reminded of how we as stylists have to set the trends and be beautiful and look good all the time. I have always been "beautiful" to the eye, but I never have felt beautiful inside until I started dropping the pounds. I can't wait to be fit and skinny and to feel beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside!

I was in my boss's office one day, wearing a short-sleeve shirt, with my arms crossed. I caught a reflection of myself in the window and was just digusted by how HUGE my arms were. I was in denial for so long. I knew I had a big belly, but seeing my arms in that light was truly eye-opening. Also, I hate having my picture taken being overweight. Therefore, I don't have many pictures of my daughter (8) and me. And I KNOW I am going to regret that one day. Enough is enough.

for me....when every excuse I had been using got taken away. I've always blamed work schedule, stress, lack of time...etc. Well...work situation totally changed (now self employed). Love what I do...totally happy in my work situation = no more stress. I set my own schedule = no more worries about time. So...I had run out of the excuses I told everyone else for my laziness. So...now that everything else is in order...it's time to put me first. I don't have lofty health goals (although it's a nice side effect). Mine if pure vanity. I want to wear cute clothes. I want to go to Vegas with friends and not be the fat chick. I want to not worry about the size of airline seats and travel whenever I want. I want to ride the coasters at Cedar Point. I want to be happy in my skin. so...the journey started Feb 28th. And I'm not stopping.

My father died a month after my son was born. He never got to meet his one and only grandson from me. He had for years struggled with his weight and didn't take is as seriously as he could have. Diabetes, heart disease, quad bypass surgery and then cancer caused renal failure and he died at 61. Too young. I was diagnosed with preclamspia during my pregnancy but I had high bp for years and ignored it and swore no doctor ever told me I had high bp. I was in denial. I was on bp meds then I had my son and i had to stay on them. Watching my father pass away after being brought back after flatlining was horrible, his soul was gone and all that remained was a body and brain that sufferred siezures any time any of his family or friends touched him or talked to him. We had to let him go. There was no real hope of having him back. I went into a DEEP depression, went onto antidepressents and it allowed me to realize with a clear head that I was headed in that same direction and since I had my son later in life (I was 36) I might not see him grow. He was also born 6 weeks early by emergncy c section due to stroke level bp during pregnancy. He was also born with Spina Bifida and I felt guilty as if my weight caused all of his issues.Too make a long story longer, my body was ruining not only my quality of life but was killing me slowly. Thats when I decided, NO MORE.

Went for my physical last year and got blasted with high BP and cholesterol pills.. I had NEVER had high BP before, even during either of my pregnancies so that was a huge wake up call. Also not being able to run with my kids and being too tired to play with them was huge.

The short version: Being fat is miserable but being fat AND bed-ridden with pneumonia is unbearable. During the brief waking moments I had, I thought about what it would be like to be hospitalized for any reason (surgery, accident, health complications) while I am still FAT! Realizing most of us end up in the hospital if we live long enough I could not bare the thought of reliving what it feels like to be fat and sick. I wanted to be thin enough that a family member could "share" my little hospital bed if needed. I wanted my husband be able to carry me if needed. And the reality of having health problems and illness and disease and surgery became real to me for the first time. I had enough and, God willing, nothing is going to stop me until I am at a healthy weight. I want to run FAST again. I want to be athletic again. I want to be strong again. I want to LIVE again.

When someone asked me if I was pregnant! That, coupled with the fact that I thought I was a bit overweight but technically I was obese!

Mine was when my FFIL in passed away suddenly. He died from compliation of heart disease and type 2. It took a few months to get my butt in gear, but it is the main life changing event that made me want to get my weight in order. Another one is my wedding/general wellness.