What was the last straw?

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.

This is a great thread. It's cool to see what started people's life changes.

Seeing a 3 as the first number on the scale. I hadn't weighed myself in a while. I got on a scale at my mom's house just to see what it would say... 301 lbs. That was the final straw.

I went on a crazy unhealthy 1200 calorie diet and got down to 230 lbs. I quit because it was too hard. Bounced back and forth between 230 and 250 lbs til a year ago when I found MFP in the Google Play store.

The first number on the scale is now a 1. 193. 40 lbs down from last year at this time. It's been slow, but lifelong, sustainable progress. I love MFP!

I don't know that I had a "final straw", but more of a lifelong accumulation of being unhappy with my weight. A few months after having my first child in 2013, I bounced back up to my highest pregnancy weight and have been there for over a year.

I started karate in October, but didn't change my eating habits. My asthma was really making it hard to get through sparring matches, and I just felt so discouraged that I was getting out of breath so easily.

Right before I rededicated to mfp, I had to buy a new pair of dress pants, and they were the highest size I'd ever bought. Two weeks later, they literally fell off of me when I wore them again. I'm hooked.

2 Weeks ago on the 6th February we were at my sister in laws house it was her birthday and I overheard my husbands niece telling my mother in law "Cindy gained so much" wow I was shocked and the next day I joined MFP and started doing Zumba, I don't see this girl a lot but hope when I see her again she will say "wow you look great"... XD

Doing bloodwork and finding out I have metabolic syndrome and am considered prediabetic. Also having 50% body fat. It's all too much. Way past time to do something.

for me it was just being fed up of continually putting more weight on so decided to do something about. I think the main thing was seeing the pictures around Christmas