What was the last straw?

1.) A "friend" said, "your mom is so much hotter than you"
2.) My daughter (4) called me "chubby"...followed by "I love you anyway, mom"
3.) I lost 60 pounds 3 years ago, and put it all back on.....I kept referring to "when I did it before"
4.) I became totally obsessed with looking at others and picking which part of their body I wanted....decided wouldn't it be nice if I just wanted my body
5.) I realized I was spending time and energy on many other people that didn't give a crap about me or ever even initiate contact with me......decided wouldn't it be nice if someone spent time or energy on ME, then figured that should probably be .......ME
6.) Seeing pictures on Facebook taken on a fun night out with my partner's 4 brothers and their girlfriends/wives.....my partner looked like a chubby chaser and I felt mortified seeing those photos

That was 5 weeks ago......I have worked out for over an hour everyday and been within my calorie limits everyday.....I have quit drinking, drinking pop, smoking and I feel like a million dollars......it hasn't even seemed all that hard

This time I'll NEVER go back.....nothing tastes as good as the compliments feel

I got on a scale that told me my body was 44 years old. I'm only 28. Of course these types of scales are not always accurate, but I was very concerned about what was happening inside me. I wasn't severely overweight, but mildly.

I'm afraid of pain, fear of being sick and coming in and out of hospitals. This is the only body we have. Why not try to take care of it?

About 10 yrs ago I lost over 100 lbs and swore I would never allow myself over 140lbs again. Fast forward and the weight just started creeping. When I started a new job in a new town and started seeing pictures of me with my super fit new boss I realized how much it had "creeped". At almost 175lbs on a 5'3" frame it was fo surz time to do something! 17 lbs down and 25 more to goal....and I still need MFP motivation every day

My almost 5 yr old asked me if I had not just one but TWO babies in my belly. No, I am not pregnant.
Before I got pregnant I was really healthy. I have let 5 yrs of raising our daughter become an excuse for so many things. Now I want to be able to keep up with her and show her how great it is to be healthy. I miss taking charge of my health. I forgot how fun and creative it can be.

It was just the right time. I had post partum depression, started seeing a counselor, started to get insight into why I was so unhappy, dealt with previous trauma. After that I felt I could conquer anything. I wanted to create my own happiness and do the things I've always wanted to do. And I wanted to get this under control before it turned into a problem with my kids.

When I quit chewing tobacco over 2 years ago I used quitting as an excuse to eat all I wanted, never mind that I was already at 300 pounds. I could justify the eating to myself by saying "well at least I am not chewing". Eventually I got to the point where I could no longer tie my shoes or walk up stairs but worst of all, I could not play with my kids. I was miserable but I kept trotting out my get out of jail free card.

My final straw was at my son's baseball tryout when I was helping out and hitting grounders to the fielders and was winded just by doing that. Literally winded by standing still and swinging a bat.

No more get out of jail free cards. It is time to pay the piper and get off my much too large backside and get moving again...

I went to the video store to get a movie, crouched down seeing one of my favorites on the bottom shelf, and could not for the life of me, get back up. I thought, oh I will grab the shelf and use it as support, but it moved and all I could envision was the whole shelf coming crashing down on me. So I seriously had to roll on the floor like a taco and use my some weird combat role to get up. And I dropped the DVD. I am 52 years old and should be afforded the dignity of gracefully retrieving any DVD I so choose.

my wife told me that she no longer wanted to have sex with me. my weight was ust one of the reasons. i cant fix the others but i can do something about my weight. that was 6 weeks ago, now lost 19lbs so far.

My first initial thought to this question was, "At what point in my journey did I feel 'this is the last straw'?" Because over 7 years ago I weighed a least 241 lbs. During that point I tried tying my shoes and realized it was a struggle because my belly was in the way. I made some changes, and with help from roommates, dropped some weight. However, I never went under 200 pounds. Over the years, I tended to fluctuate around 215. Last year in the spring, my whole family realized we were fed up with being sluggish and I was sick of having a muffin top on my jeans, which I kept having to debate if I would have to buy a larger size...and I didn't want to!! Since last spring, I've lost 46 pounds, 61 pounds from my heaviest point. I still want to lose another 20 pounds, but I understand it's a process, so I'll take the time to get there.

When my twins were toddlers I didn't think much about my health - I was so wrapped up in them. One day when drying myself after showering I happened to catch a side glance of myself and my tummy was protruding further than my chest. I was mortified and disgusted at how I could've not noticed how far gone I let myself get. The next day I bought the old-school version WW formula on eBay for $0.99 (yes, the actual mathematical formula). I couldn't afford to join WW, but I had to do something. So I carried a calculator around with me and punched the formula in for every single thing that passed my lips. You can imagine how time consuming and tedious this was. But it worked. I lost about 70 pounds that year and got down to about a size 12/14 in the end...having left behind 18's that were a popped button away from 20's). Now I'm back at it, having regained maybe 10 pounds from that 70 loss, but wanting to lose another 25-30 from where I am now. My newest motivation is purely health. I don't want to die young of some preventable BS disease.