What was your 'no more!' Moment

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Mine was nothing as noble as anything already mentioned here.

I simply had enough of needing a degree in engineering every time I wanted to go to the loo and of sex being a chore because of the logistics of it.

In short, i wanted to be able to crap anywhere without stressing about it and I wanted to be intimate with my wife the way she deserved it to be.

Happily she keeps me focused and gives me loads of compliments and that keeps me going lol

It's been little things for a while now- liking fewer and fewer pics of myself when I'm out with friends or my husband, walking up the 2 flights of stairs leaving me winded when it used to be a breeze, putting off buying a bikini...

Finally for the past few weeks, when I sit down at my desk, my stomach folds over in the front and no matter how straight I sit up or how much I suck it in, I can't get that fold to go away. That's enough. I want to feel happy and comfortable and proud of my body. Not embarrassed and uncomfortable and like I should wear more black and hide more! Time to turn the numbers on the scale around and head back the other direction. 15lbs in 8 months is enough.

I got out of a 2 and a half year relationship and reflected on myself. I was letting my weight gain slowly eat me up inside. It was depressing enough to lose appetite, so I started going to the gym.

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In 2012, my mum died of a heart attack and it kicked my butt into gear. I lost 40 lbs in the following year then put it right back on over the winter / holidays. As my doctor said, fear only lasts about 6 months.

Last summer, my fat butt tipped my kayak over in the middle of the lake (in my defense, the dog was acting silly and there were waves...) and could NOT GET BACK ON. I struggled and used every bit of strength I had and was near to exhaustion. I stayed in the water and hung on to my boyfriend's boat as he towed me and my boat to safety (the dog got on his, not impressed at all with our situation but glad he had his life jacket on). I felt incapable and vulnerable and I did not like it. Not to mention the pictures we took of each other on our boats made me look like a tumor on top of a 10' kayak. I never want to feel like that again. I want to be able to do. I'm down 41 lbs already and still holding strong.

I've had some health concerns for the past few years (thyroid, cholesterol) but amazingly they weren't enough to motivate me and get me to stick with it. Just the thought of cutting back on food was enough to send me on a binge. Then, I found out I was prediabetic. My grandmother was diabetic (eventually lost one of her legs due to related complications) my mother is diabetic, my husband's grandfather was diabetic (also lost one leg to related complications) and actually died from diabetes related issues, I have diabetic aunts/uncles and cousins. There are a lot of diseases that you can't do a thing about in this world, but Type 2 diabetes happens to be one that you CAN do something about. So, I decided to break the cycle in my family, start eating right, and hopefully lose some weight to boot. I started almost 7 weeks ago and as of today I am down 19 pounds. I also just happened to have some labwork done today and I believe they were running a full panel. I'm hoping to get back some good news.

I didn't like the way I looked in pictures

I've had a couple. I've always had a tendency to put on weight so in my teens I worked out often and would monitor my intake when I started getting soft around the edges. Then I moved far away from family and in with a boy who, in the beginning, had no cares about what he ate. It was a stressful existence and I developed his habits and turned to food for comfort. I kept working out intermittently and walking, but would get discouraged. Back then I didn't understand that you can't outrun a fork.

I was 118 - 122 at nineteen and when I went to the doctor at twenty-two I was something like 202 I think? Possibly as high as 217 but I don't really remember. Anyways, she diagnosed me with hypothyroidism and obesity and gave me a hormone and phentermine and I got down to 160 and at some point I moved back home. However, I had moved back home because I had lost my job (and health insurance) and within a month had another job (no health insurance) that had me driving a pretty wide range daily and I slowly started packing the pounds back on (to the extent my new boyfriend dumped me). This went on for a long time and a lot happened and I was ever frustrated because I just couldn't get that you can't outrun a fork.

Finally when I was twenty-five I resigned myself to being overweight forever, but I could at least make healthier decisions. Out of nowhere I lost 15 pounds. So I decided to actually try, joined MFP, used FitnessBlender, and lost 40 pounds in a year. I met a great guy, started back at school, joined a gym.

But then the great guy became a firefighter, and he has a daughter so I started taking care of her when he was on shift, and he's in the middle of a custody battle so the schedule is weird and crazy. So at the end of the school year I have a 3.9 GPA and have gained back almost 25 pounds, and somewhere along the way developed IBS. When going to the hospital for the IBS (because we didn't know what it was, and people who've never experienced it just have no idea how painful and sickening it can be), I stepped on the scale, saw the number, and decided it was time to get back at it and make it last. In my psychology class we had gone over weight set point so I've changed the way I think of my diet to years rather than months. It also helped that I recently and successfully quit smoking (habit formed while working at restaurant, lasted a couple of years) and beating that addiction is helping with my food addiction. Also the only plus of an IBS flare up is that it's a fairly effective appetite suppressant.

Watching the girl I have been best friends with for 5 years and been in love with for 3 fall in love with another guy because he is fit then having her tell me that I am smarter and funnier and more fun to be around than he is sort of set me off on this path I decided it was time to let go of my past life and start working to be the best version of myself I could be. I have since gotten over her and have kept on this path because it makes me feel better about myself and to love myself unconditionally this epiphany has changed my entire life I am stronger physically emotionally and mentally than I have ever been and I crave more and more.

I was soooo tired of looking for clothes in the Woman's Plus department and still finding NOTHING that looked good on me. I see sooo many cute clothes out there and have been saying, for what seems like forever, "One day I will lose enough weight to wear those." Time for that "one day!!"

I used to be a self defence instructor. Then M.E. happened and my health deteriorated (over a seven year period), to the point that I couldn't even walk my children to school, without spending the following two weeks in agony and exhaustion. My journey isn't about losing weight so much as beating M.E. and getting fit again. Most importantly, being able to walk my children to school (and play, run and swim with them!), teach them good health skills and teach self defence again

When I was pregnant I watched unhealthy mums on the beach struggling to keep up with their kids (not judging, they were spending time with their kids that's what counts) and I didn't want to be that mum finding it a struggle to play. When my daughter was 4 I was on the beach feeling overweight and unhealthy and I realised that I had become that mum, struggling...then it took a few more months of going about it the wrong way before I joined MFP and got back to fairly fit!