What was the last straw?

My cousin said to me recently (and I must note she's more like my sister and is overweight herself) "Laura, you have to lose weight because you are the most miserable fat person I've ever met"

She is so right. I have put on over 70lbs in the past 2 years (and I wasn't skinny to start with) and it's made me miserable! Some people still look insanely pretty when they're fat (my cousin is one of those people) but I'm not one of them. The fatter I get the closer I start resembling a pug dog. Not a great look.

Also it's got harder and harder to move around. I'm only 28 and I've started walking around like an old lady. Out of breath walking 20 metres uphill. Those days are so over for me.

I'm 2 weeks in at the moment so very early days but I'm committed. I've finally taken the plunge and am logging EVERYTHING. Bought a food scale. I've started before but have never taken the plunge in actually logging everything I eat on here. I've made half hearted attempts but nothing like this - psychologically I feel like I've now got the right mindset. Enough complaining about my weight and actually DO something about it.

This is a hard subject for me, but it's a story i'd like to share.

I've had a lot of things that made me want to lose weight. Seeing my highest weight of 230 pounds, knowing I was headed the route of my family with diabetes and heart disease, being unable to do any of the activities I used to love (I used to be quite the athlete), but even all of that motivation couldn't conquer my unhealthy relationship with food. Even when I didn't WANT it, my mind would literally drive me to near insanity to binge eat the most unhealthy foods almost daily. So last year, even after managing to lose 20 pounds, I once again succumbed to this madness of compulsive eating. I regained all the weight, which made me fall into a deep depression, causing me to eat more, which in turn made the depression worse. I hit rock bottom, and actually was so depressed that even my emotional eating wouldn't soothe the pain anymore. So I turned to alcohol. And abusing my adderall prescription (I have ADHD but I was not taking it as prescribed). And all the while eating more and more.

It finally took my best friend pointing out to me how depressed I was for me to stop and really think about how much pain I was in, and I realized it was no way to live. I set up an appointment to see a psychiatrist to deal with the depression and the eating. She put me on topamax for the compulsive behavior and Zoloft for the depression, and both have helped me immensely. I had a couple false starts while we figured out dosing, but I've lost 11 pounds since February 1st and just about 20 pounds since I started getting help. This time, I'm going to make it happen and stay healthy, because I never want to go back to that place.

Mine, well ive been a big lad since school, I remember leaving at 16 at 16 stone, balloooned up to 26 stone at one stage, always been known as big lad, fatso, fat **** etc etc, Most of the comments were like water off a ducks back, nothing really stuck although deep down a lot of them did hurt. I started cutting down and went down from 26 stone to 18 and stayed at that, moved on to new jobs and social gatherings and even though I knew id lost nearly 8 stone, to these new people I was once again big lad, fatso, fat **** etc etc, peoples first impressions stick. But I was semi happy, I could buy clothes even though they were in xxxl size, life just seemed to go on. That was until the middle of August last year, someone I had met recently, someone who is a very good friend now, well in conversation one evening we were having a laugh and she turned to me and said, its a pity, the only nice men I meet are ugly and can talk. She meant absolutely no harm, it was an innocent comment, said with the heart and not malicious at all, well I pulled her on it and we laughed for ages over it, and it just seemed to pass over me again. Well next morning, the night must have concentrated my mind, suddenly I realised she was right, I looked in the mirror and could see what she meant and then and there the mind was made up and I started that day on cutting down. Since the middle of august ive dropped from, 17 stone 11 pounds to 13stone 7 pounds, around 60 pounds. Its taking my mind a long time to catch up with how I look now, people comment and dont recognise me, say I look great, but I still have the old image of me in my mind, I suppose I lack confidence which is a cross that ive bore for many years. If I can get my mind to accept that im not the ugly guy who can talk it would be great, hopefully that will come in time too.

I always wanted to lose weight but never truly stuck to it, in fact most of the time I'd just list out all the things I'd do and assume that was enough, then not to those things and stay at the same weight. What was the final straw for me was going to Uni and wanting a fresh start, then feeling hideous when I saw that all of my roommates were slim and thinner than me, getting into my first relationship helped, also on nights out it was never fun not having nice clothes because I'd wear the clothes I wore in the day because I felt embarrassed dressing up

So fed up feeling frumpy and meeting a few people who commented am I am pregnant! I'm 51. Come on. Grr

DrunkInAGolfCart wrote: »

My cousin said to me recently (and I must note she's more like my sister and is overweight herself) "Laura, you have to lose weight because you are the most miserable fat person I've ever met"

She is so right. I have put on over 70lbs in the past 2 years (and I wasn't skinny to start with) and it's made me miserable! Some people still look insanely pretty when they're fat (my cousin is one of those people) but I'm not one of them. The fatter I get the closer I start resembling a pug dog. Not a great look.

Also it's got harder and harder to move around. I'm only 28 and I've started walking around like an old lady. Out of breath walking 20 metres uphill. Those days are so over for me.

I'm 2 weeks in at the moment so very early days but I'm committed. I've finally taken the plunge and am logging EVERYTHING. Bought a food scale. I've started before but have never taken the plunge in actually logging everything I eat on here. I've made half hearted attempts but nothing like this - psychologically I feel like I've now got the right mindset. Enough complaining about my weight and actually DO something about it.

astgte wrote: »

Mine, well ive been a big lad since school, I remember leaving at 16 at 16 stone, balloooned up to 26 stone at one stage, always been known as big lad, fatso, fat **** etc etc, Most of the comments were like water off a ducks back, nothing really stuck although deep down a lot of them did hurt. I started cutting down and went down from 26 stone to 18 and stayed at that, moved on to new jobs and social gatherings and even though I knew id lost nearly 8 stone, to these new people I was once again big lad, fatso, fat **** etc etc, peoples first impressions stick. But I was semi happy, I could buy clothes even though they were in xxxl size, life just seemed to go on. That was until the middle of August last year, someone I had met recently, someone who is a very good friend now, well in conversation one evening we were having a laugh and she turned to me and said, its a pity, the only nice men I meet are ugly and can talk. She meant absolutely no harm, it was an innocent comment, said with the heart and not malicious at all, well I pulled her on it and we laughed for ages over it, and it just seemed to pass over me again. Well next morning, the night must have concentrated my mind, suddenly I realised she was right, I looked in the mirror and could see what she meant and then and there the mind was made up and I started that day on cutting down. Since the middle of august ive dropped from, 17 stone 11 pounds to 13stone 7 pounds, around 60 pounds. Its taking my mind a long time to catch up with how I look now, people comment and dont recognise me, say I look great, but I still have the old image of me in my mind, I suppose I lack confidence which is a cross that ive bore for many years. If I can get my mind to accept that im not the ugly guy who can talk it would be great, hopefully that will come in time too.

We considering some of us married the "ugly guy who can talk" and find him quite charming and handsome, I think you can let that old stereotype go

missanne112015 wrote: »

So fed up feeling frumpy and meeting a few people who commented am I am pregnant! I'm 51. Come on. Grr

Smh that is very rude of them. I had an ex BF who was controlling about my weight.

lilaclovebird wrote: »

Straws that piled on:
1. My Brother-In-Law's wedding photos
2. My divorce.
3. My breakup with a 'complication'(he INSISTS we were never 'together'). They say you teach best what you most need to learn. He taught me(by moving on so quickly) that he didn't love himself and therefore couldn't STAND to be alone.

I realized I needed to love myself enough to be comfortable being alone and then love would find me. If not, I'd be strong enough and love myself enough to be alone. Now I am showing myself love by torturing* myself with logging, walking, jogging, and lifting.

*Note: I secretly enjoy it but tell no one!

Haha!:) hey that's awesome that you Lift!

Really... My brother hosts a game night and decided to put out 4 lbs of cured meats... I ate about a pound of a salami whose name literally translates to baby Jesus lol... Everyone ate a good bit, so everyone had a horrible case of the meat sweats... Except for me... My body was so used to an unbelievable caloric intake that it reacted like, "Oh hey... Some more *kitten* food... Alright guys get ready to digest this in six hours... Metabolism you can take that nap you wanted still." SMDH so I hit hard and I'm already seeing results but more importantly feeling great!

SingRunTing wrote: »

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!

I know this is a old comment but I just have to say that having pants that are too tight is a great problem to have. That is so awesome!