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

When I saw a pic of me licking a brownie bowl with my son and I had a gut the size of a beach ball......

When my nurse weighed my TWICE because i was in disbelief that i weighed 401 LBS i have never been 400 lbs i was embarrased and ashamed with myself. I was beginning to have bad back pain, bending issues, etc i knew i had to do something fast. Yeah and it's not fun having little kids point at you and stare or say aloud in a store "why is that lady so fat?" Can we say embarrasing?

Open heart surgery that saved my life. Got a second chance at life at sixty. Quit smoking right before the surgery when I was told there was something seriously wrong and was sent to the cardiologist. Was doing pretty well with food and exercise (mainly walking my newly adopted dog in August). Then in October my boss, who was a wonderful person died of a heart attack at 46 years old and the business closed. So I not only lost a job but a very good friend. So since then I went downhill with worse eating and no exercise. Now that my doctor sent me to this site I'm saying again..enough is enough and time to get serious again about my diet and health.

I went to Six Flags with a group of friends & my ex boyfriend my freshman year in college. He & I went to get on a roller coaster
and I didn't fit, it wouldn't come down all the way and buckle. I had to pretty much run off because I was humiliated. Never again.

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Almost all my clothes got too tight. It was pretty clear I either had to spend a lot of money on a whole new "fat" wardrobe or lose the weight. Since I wasn't happy with my looks or fitness at that weight, the choice was clear.

I was always "on the heavy side" meaning always at the top of "normal clothes" sizes. I never had to shop at a Plus Sized shop. I was nearing 50 years old, getting married soon, quitting my job as a nurse that included health insurance, would be working for my husband in our own small business with literally disaster only health insurance coverage, had gained up to 205 and noticed my arms getting increasingly shorter. I was breathless walking at altitudes with a slight upward slope, couldn't find any decent clothes to wear, reached size 16 and the Plus department with even more limited clothes and only old lady fashions, sick and fricking tired of one more big FAT summer! Plus I never held steady on my weight anymore, it just kept inching up pound by pound! I wasn't sure how fat I had intended to get, but I had gotten fat enough. There was no fairy god mother, no one to take me by the hand to feed me correctly, stop me when I started to indulge or exercise for me. I was it! The final straw was sitting in the beauty parlor waiting to get my hair done. I picked up a People Magazine and read about how they "Lost Half of their weight". I couldn't wait to find the secret product! I found it alright it was called: DO NOT GIVE UP EVER! I was furious with myself! I was a hospital nurse for 26 years and had disregarded everything I KNEW for the sake of eating crap! I was livid! I was not a stupid woman! No one knew more than me about losing weight! I could have written a book, I thought....just to darn lazy to follow my own advice! If another person had been responsible for this fat mess I was in I would have beat them to a bloody pulp right then and there! But I had only myself to thank. From that moment on when I walked out of that salon I was through being fat. I had it and I decided that right then and there I would never be FAT again! I would follow through to the end no matter if I died getting there. I didn't care how long it took or how fast it came off. I would study up, find the solutions, and do the fricking work for once in my life. Today, 4 1/2 years later I am 12 pounds away from my goal! I've hit a few bumps but know that I am in this for the long haul. I am doing it for life! It is a life sentence for me. After I meet my final goal it is maintenance all the way for me!