Why did you come to the conclusion to lose weight?

softblondechick wrote: »

Going to a regular store, and going to "plus" area to find pants. Designers for plus size, think all fat women are color blind, uneducated unemployed, and don't like nice clothes, or sexy clothes...I saw a bunch of junk that looked like a Wal Mart clearance sale in a ghetto. Nothing appropriate for leading a professional meeting, or traveling for a work trip. The suits available were cheap looking, and nothing fitted.

I need to lose weight to get back to shopping in sections that have decent clothes to choose.

5lets get together and make attractive clothes for the plus market. We'ed be rich! Or perhaps leav8ng them in their blah grundgies would be the motivation to get fit.

My step-dad took a very unflattering picture of me sitting down and I looked like a whale. I decided that no one would ever be able to take a picture of me looking that big and I got to work. I'm only on day 58...but I'm already so much happier. I didn't realize that my body was a prison until I started trying to escape it.

I'd always been a 'bigger' girl - my whole life. When I met my boyfriend, I realised how insecure I was. I would constantly point at other girls who were overweight and ask how I compared to them. I literally wanted him to analyse me against them. It was crazy behaviour not to mention straining for my relationship. I lost weight and felt brilliant. I was still far from skinny but I looked a lot healthier.

My nana died in 2014 and I stopped being so strict on my diet and I stopped going to the gym. I was mourning my Nana, of course but I can't really use that as an excuse - I just became lazy and preferred eating to running. Eventually it caught up with me when I visited the doctor for a routine appointment, stepped on the scales and was told that I'd put on over 2 stone. I was now 11 stone and at 5ft2 - that wasn't healthy.

I was absolutely mortified. I walked out of that doctors surgery in tears, drove to my Mum's house and sobbed in her arms for an hour. I know it sounds farfetched but I felt grotesque and as though I'd totally failed and let myself go. After crying on my Mum for a while, I drove home to my boyfriend and demanded to know why he didn't tell me - his response? "I noticed it but didn't want to upset you". Ouch.

I was angry at my boyfriend and took all my frustrations and insecurities out on him from that moment onward until I decided to start doing something about it again. I joined Weight Watchers (again) and stepped it up in the gym and lost 25lbs. I'm now a healthy weight but feel I need to be eating more calories so have come away from Weight Watchers and upped my calories to 1500. I'm feeling an awful lot of anxiety and worry - will I put on weight from this? These questions go round and round in my head but I'm really determined not to fail and not to gain and most importantly, to be happy and healthy.

I just remember being so lazy. I was living with a girl even lazier than me and we would just watch tv all the time and work. There was no fun just sitting and watching. Then when i wanted to do something more i was too tired and i just got sick of it. I just wanted to be able to walk up a flight of stairs without feeling exhausted or out of breath. Also i hated myself after eating fast food all the time.

Weelll... The first time I lost weight, I did so when I realized I had hit 161 pounds. I had always been 140 so seeing that number freaked me out and at the time, I was about to turn 19 and head to college, so I wanted to make some life changes beforehand.

The second time was when I hit 181 at 22/23 after a very bad 4 year relationship in which my ex was emotionally abusive. I had been struggling with depression and anxiety for the entirety of the four years and put on 50 pounds. So I had another, "Time to take control" moment.

I put on weight again starting in Februrary of 2014, again due to stress. I binge eat and my boss at the time was massively abusive to us and I was soft so I wallowed in food. It didn't help that money was tight and the store's food was 40% off for employees... The moment that kicked me in the gut this time was not fitting into most of my clothes and not being able to afford to replace them sufficiently well. It would be much cheaper to just drop the weight - less money spent on binging - and not bother buying pants I don't intend to wear for too many more months.

I got diagnosed with idiopathic intracranial hypertension and was told I needed to lose a little bit of weight. I decided to just completely transform my life to make sure it would never become an issue again.

Lots of reasons really - how difficult it is to find clothes that fit me and hide my big stomach (esp. work clothes). how sluggish I feel all the time and the fact that I have thousands of pictures of my kids, but I'm not in any of them because I don't want to see how fat I am.

Ok... so it's kind of gross but funny... haha

When I took my bra off one day after work and I literally felt my shoulder fat roll onto my back... that was one of the most awful feelings... In that moment I wasn't just obese, I FELT my obesity! The next day I started eating better... a week later I met with a PT... Now here I am 3 weeks into my program with him and 11 lbs lighter! Plus... I no longer feel that fat roll!!!

I use to go to the gym everyday I never really lifted or did strength training but I did do a ton of cardio and I was in pretty decent shape not great but decent... when SO and I started dating I started going less and less and we would eat out ALL the time... after 4 years and 2 c-sections and an ungodly amount of fast food and huge portion sizes I ended up gaining a total of around 80 pounds! ALL of which I am dying to lose!

SuggaD wrote: »

My extra wait was baby weight. I always planned on losing it but kept making excuses about being too busy. ..........

^^^^ this, only my baby just turned 27, LOL.

Years ago, when said baby "E" was about 4 or 5, I was lamenting on the phone to my Mom about being 'out of shape'. 'But Mommy, round IS a shape!' says E. Such a HELPFUL child!

Over the years, I have attempted several times to lose weight, with zero success.

Until this year, I lacked the necessary 'there is no try, only do' and 'failure is not an option' attitudes.

I declared 2015 as the 'Year of ME!'. I'm being the best me I can, and that involves getting fit, losing weight.

Another 20 lbs to go, and I'm 'treating' myself with horseback riding lessons. I really, really miss riding.

NOticed I didn't actually feel good. Back hurt all the time and I was tired even though I work a desk job and get plenty of sleep. So I decided to stand on a scale. About had a cow.

Saw a picture of myself. I normally avoid having one taken but this was unavoidable. Realised I'd had enough so wanted to do something about it.

i went crazy

I've been over weight during my 20s and don't want to be this way in my 30s. I'm 32 so I need to hurry up!! I'm 180 and my weight goal is to be atleast 140 before the summer of 2016

To become the best me inside and out Exercising and eating healthy not only makes you look great but you feel great inside about yourself and to know that I've accomplished something this positive will honestly give me hope for my future

How did I end up in the obese category at 5 2.5" and at 168.5lbs? I was never overweight until I reached 45. That was the year I stopped dancing (jazz.) Since I was proportionally built when the weight started to creep on, people didn't notice that I was overweight. Also in the past years I yo-yo'ed 15-20 lbs up and down. My blood pressure didn't move from 110/70. So I was kind of blind about my weight gain because there were no dramatic signs of the weight gain. But then came last year. One day I stopped weighing myself, which I did on- and off for years. Fear stopped me. I didn't want to see the gain. Then I got down to wearing my last stretchy pair of jeans. I literally didn't find anything in my closet to wear. Then I noticed that I have difficulty going up a flight of stairs or my knee hurt getting up from a chair. Then I noticed that I got tired when walking around a mall after 20 minutes. Then suddenly a light bulb turned on one day and got really scared that I am shortening my life span. Enough, I said. Changed my diet cold turkey. (My downfall was dairy products and bread.) Going back to the gym and doing something every single day: at least cardio or some classes and lifting weights. I needed to lose 48.5lbs and I am almost half way down. This is my priority in life right now. Never again. I am not willing to purposely kill myself for a few good bites of food.