What was your 'no more!' Moment

(I don't have to go back to 76, because I also gained some muscle mass during the years).

cazbit wrote: »

Do you have one?

I have done diets in the past, half heartedly, losing half a stone then falling off the wagon, always feeling deprived when on a diet, I was stuck in that cycle for ten years.

Two months ago I was brushing my teeth, looking at the reflection in the mirror I seen this big swollen fat face that didn't look like me. Five stone overweight. I thought, nope, no more!

That's was it, utter disgust. Two months later, 16lbs down and I have changed my whole approach to my nutrition and change my hobbies so they are less about reading books, watching TV and more being part of a running club and going to exercise classes and swimming twice a week. I look better, I feel better and it feels more like a way of life than a 'diet'

Did you have a defining moment that put you onto this path?

Well done! Interesting that you really had 1 moment that made you realize that this is enough. For me it took some time to realize.

I quit smoking and then I quickly gained like 10 kg, becoming 106 kg in total. 8 years before that I was 76 (when I was 18), I was gaining gradually after that.

I always said: if I become 100 kg I will really start losing weight, never expecting that to ever happen. But yeah than it did. It was much harder to walk and cycle, I had pain in my feet and legs and people started commenting (they were surprised to see me like that, as I've always been a sportsman). I felt miserable. I realized that my health and fitness are really important for my happiness. I found this forum and got a lot of advice. I learned about CICO and so I started to make gradual changes to my exercise routine and diet. I downloaded an app to track my weight, and seeing this graph go down gave me a lot of motivation. Now I am 84 kg, losing my final 4-5 kg

It was about 5 years ago and I was in a restaurant bathroom with the most unflattering lighting imaginable ( you know the kind) and I saw dimply fat under my arms. That was it. Made me feel out of control- and old to boot! I went on WW and lost over 20 pounds. I use MFP now to lose some gain back weight and maintain,

For me it was not being able to shop in normal fashion shops I had to go the large section and the range of clothing there wasn't great for someone in their early twenties (was 10 years ago). I also couldn't walk up a flight of stairs in a shopping centre without getting out of breath, and I hate to admit this but I though nobody would love me the way I was because I didn't love myself. 84lb and 8+ years later the weight has stayed off, I'm in a very happy stable relationship and couldn't be happier!!

when xxl shirts were getting snug and I barely squeezed into 42" waist pants

I was lying in bed and my heart was beating strangely, maybe a bit rushed. That and the creases getting warm and sweaty was enough. Happy to say my heart feels fine and no more sweaty bits where they shouldn't be, since I've lost 36lbs. It's the most I've ever lost and I feel great. That has made me keep going

When I was eating right and working out like a fiend and still was fat. I was at the end of my rope. I was doing what I needed to do, but the results weren't reflecting my hard work.
I decided to try something different...something I was so skeptical about. (I question EVERYTHING) I actually wanted to prove it didn't work..I was wrong. My life changed!
Sometimes, even when you know and do all the right things....you just need a simple minor change to make the magic happen.

I have been overweight all my life and have tried various diets in the past but it wasn't until November 2014 when I was on holiday with my other half and his family that I had my 'enough is enough' moment. I was really proud of myself at having taken and worn bikinis but after two weeks of watching the hotel staff swoon over his size 12 sister my condifidence quickly dwindled and I thought 'You know what, I'm finally fed up of being the fat chick at the party'. I was fed up with having a mission trying to find a new pair of jeans, I was fed up of the wobbles and bumps, and I was fed up of the irrational jealousy I felt whenever I saw my OH look at other women on TV.

I had always been fit, I got hurt and handled the recovery horribly. I gained 50lbs and made every excuse not to work out: I have plates and screws all up and down my back, I have hypothyroidism, I can't workout like I used to so what's the use, THEN I saw one of the military guys who worked with me come back from Afghanistan, his leg was blown off by a roadside bomb. The day he left the hospital with his new prosthetic leg he ran a mile, over 200 of us stood outside to watch him attempt the run, I knew THEN my bs was BS!! I went home and got in my shorts and running shoes and started to workout again. Its not always easy to workout, I broke my foot last summer and it took 8 months and a surgery to fix it, but I came back as soon as I could. It's a mind game and there's a committee of A-holes in my head feeding me BS about "age, old injuries, and other stuff" trying to knock me down, but there's a voice that is the old me he's in the corner doing pushups and saying LET'S GO!!

Was at the park with my son and he wanted me to go down the slide with him, I knew I wouldn't fit... I knew there were people watching and I'd feel so very embarrassed.

That moment was my turning point, I've lost 50lbs so far and am back down to the size I was when I met his father but I have a lot more to go. I never again want to tell my son I can't do something because I'm too big! That is NOT an excuse I'm willing to accept!

A couple years back I worked my butt off to get my weight down after having 3 kids in 3 years, but only ended up getting down to around 225 before just completely giving up. Fast forward to a little over 3 months ago, I had went to the doctor for my routine check up and heard the nurse call out 260 when I was on the scale. Even though it was only me and the nurse in the room, I was completely embarrassed and disappointed in myself that I had gained so much. When I left the office that day, I said no more. Im back to 220, still going strong, and training to run my first 5k soon.

I went to a picnic and ate so much, that I felt terrible that entire night. I didn't sleep a wink and called sick into work. I realized I ate myself sick. Was up to 260+ lbs my 42" pants were tight (like should have been 44"). Something had to change. Now 165 lbs 34" waist.

Having been overweight for many years my health was in a steep decline. I could hardly get in and out of vehicles due to the arthritis pain and weight. Major stress last year (2014) due in part to a college closing and at age 63 the doctors wanted me to start Enbrel injections. I think it was the understanding I was going to get cancer most likely from taking Enbrel that got me to moving.

In trying to learn how to fight getting cancer I learned sugar helped cut pain in many people and that coconut oil helped some too. 30 days after I went off carbs cold turkey (tried tapering off with no luck) and got heavy into taking coconut oil my pain was a fraction of what it had been so I pasted on starting Enbrel. After a couple months the weight started to go down but I was losing inches long before the scales showed any weight loss.

I think my desire to live being stronger than to do nothing and die was what saved the day.

Being down about 50 pounds and BMI down from 35 to 28 without going hungry and a now a very reduced level of pain at my age motivates me to finally stop a life of yo yoing weight and poor health due what I was eating.

I am enjoying reading your stories.

I had a couple of moments. In early July of 2014, I turned on my phone's camera, and the front-facing camera was on. It's really not flattering for anyone when your chin is tucked while looking at the phone, but this just made me a little horrified. How did I lose control for so long?

One night in late July of 2014, when I was working second shift at my job, I caught a reflection of myself in a mirror. I really avoided mirrors and looking at myself a the time. I saw how huge my gut had become, and how swollen my face looked. This was not me. My size 42" pants felt tight, like I needed to go one size higher. My shirts barely fit. I did NOT want to buy larger clothes.

I think, of all the silly things, it was reading a piece of fan fiction that made the light go on. It sparked two things. One, it doesn't matter where you get inspiration to be a better person from. Be it a story, fan fiction, a comic, a picture someone drew, a song, anything that makes you a better person is good.

Two, the story itself was about depression, and how weirdly and badly life starts to spin when you live inside your own head. I had realized that I had been living in my own head! It's also how we can live our whole lives with a mask on, trying to be something we are not. We can get so caught up living for others that we forget to live for ourselves. We forget how to live. I don't want to spend my twilight years sick from diabetes, cancer, heart disease, or any of that. I like being alive and feeling well! I remembered what it was like to be thin.

So, I hit the gym 3-4 times a week. I've lost 57 pounds since August of 2014. 19 more to go!

April 2014 was the first time I stepped on a scale in years, I was 278lbs and knew as soon as I saw that number it was time to change. I'm down to 206.4 as of my last weigh in, just have to get down to 200lbs.

Mine was looking at pictures of myself from holiday (cliche I know) I looked enormous ! Also the fact I was eating the same if not more than my dad who is a pretty big guy !