What was the last straw?

2 weeks ago got on the scale at the doctors and couldn't belive the number. Then the doctor said I was considered obese. That was it for me I was so upset with myself and how far I let myself go that I started making changes that day I have lost 4 pounds since then.

I graduated from nursing school, so don't have the excuse to not have time to eat right anymore. Also, the interview clothes I bought in September were suddenly a little snug. I don't have the money to buy new clothes again!

I ran out of pants that fit. I refused to go buy a size bigger.

So I wore dresses and my loosest tight pants for a few weeks while I initially dropped some pounds.

Now I'm 3 sizes smaller and don't have any pants that fit, because they are all too big!

Health problems of my older siblings, happening before my birthday - seemed like a wake up call. Three and a half months later, I am close to the milestone of 200 lbs (21 pounds down) and within 11 pounds of my goal weight. Has been kind of fun to get rid of old clothes that are way too big now - clean out the closet. Surprising that slow and steady weight loss has been a little easier than I expected using MFP (making sure I do some daily exercise and watching what I eat).

Blood sugar and cholesterol spiraling out of control. It was no longer simply a matter of aesthetics.

I had been off and on for a long time. Started getting serious for "swimsuit season" about 3 weeks ago. Had labs done last week. Result was that I had elevated cholesterol levels. 27 points above normal range. Not horrifying yet, but I will not take drugs for cholesterol....

I ended up in the hospital with severe anemia caused by stomach erosion from GERD that bled. The tests that they did showed that I also had T2 diabetes. The GERD could easily be attributed to the excess weight and the pressure on the stomach. Diabetes also is a side effect of excess weight.

my orthopaedic surgeon telling me that i need dual hip replacements due to old sports injuries and a major car accident.

he said, either have surgery or lose weight.

im 33. too early for one hip replacement, let alone two.

oh, and also my daughter asking me if i had boobs.

Watching obese people 15 years older than me really struggle with health issues. I figured at 47 I had some time to change my future before it got too late.

Went to the dr after spraining my back. He looked me in the eye and said, "You are borderline morbidly obese. This will continue to happen unless you lose weight."

After spending my entire life morbidly obese and utterly disgusted with myself but never caring enough to actually do anything about it.. one day I decided I didn't want to live that way anymore. I was so desperate for change that I googled calorie counting and found mfp. I finally stopped feeling sorry for myself, learned about nutrition, and took control of my life.

The short story...I found out my husband has a crush on a beautiful co-worker and I became Ms. frumpy.

The long story...My weight has been a problem most of my life which has affected my self esteem in many areas. I thought I lived in a very secure marriage and trusted my husband and never doubted his fidelity. I discovered that he wasn't satisfied sexually and started desiring other women (videos) and developed this crush on his co-worker. I found out about it and was shocked. After some self refection though, I had some fault in it. Due to my extra weight, I didn't feel sexy, wasn't intimate with him enough, he didn't communicate his needs, time went by, and then the truth came out. I knew I had to make a change. I had let myself go. I had let my weight steal my joy and peace. I wasn't taking good care of myself. My neglect for my body, over focusing on work, and being over stressed has almost cost me my marriage. I've started working out, I've lost some weight, I am at a normal BMI, my stress is taken out in the gym, and my confidence is up. Our sex life is better, still wounded with doubt, but trying to save my marriage and family. I am ten pounds away from my goal weight, and no matter what the outcome is, I will continue doing this for me.

I literally spent almost of all of 2014, starting in January, saying I'm going to start losing weight today. I'd make it to Wednesday before I caved and ate/drank poorly. Then one bad day would ruin the rest of the week and I'd say Okay, Monday is a new week I'm going to start losing weight on Monday. This was a vicious repetitive cycle that lasted until December.

I honestly can't say what changed in my mind, but something clicked and I buckled down and stayed focused. It's been 3 months and I've lost almost 20 pounds. I'm shooting for another 30 by the end of August. I guess it took me a years worth of internal dialog before I acutally did something about my weight.

I have a family and I want them to be proud to be seen with me in public. Not embarassed because I the fat mom picking them up from school or dropping them off at sports.

On my 21 birthday (January 2014) I went out to a Mexican joint with my girls. Wearing plus size clothes I wouldn't even take off my (ex) boyfriends sweater to eat because I was so ashamed. When I saw pictures from that night and my chubby face and all my skinny girls I thought "this is it - no more fatty" and slowly but surely I have lost 50 pounds in just over a year.

I was sick and tired of yo-yo dieting and losing the same 5lbs over and over. I never stuck to anything more than a few days and gave up on most exercise regimens after about a week and a half. When I would see pictures posted of me by others on facebook I realized how big I actually was. In addition to my personal motivation, I have seen my previously obese mother become diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, cancer, and a heart condition all before the age of 50. She had bariatric surgery a few years ago and has since become healthier but still have complications from time to time. I don't want that to happen to me so I needed to make a change.