What was your "rock bottom" moment?

It was a night I was outrageously drunk, behaving erratically among friends, crying behind a friend's apartment building, got lost the same multi-block complex, and took an hour and half to make a simple 45 minute walk home. It would still be several other very low moments before I stopped trying to solve my problems with alcohol and started taking my mental health seriously, but that was by far the worst.

Needing 38 waist jeans.

The year I almost became the owner of the company I worked at. It was my dream. I lost it. During the struggle I started gaining weight which I put off addressing. One night I was so upset about my relationship with my boyfriend and it all just piled up. I couldn't be alone in the house and didn't know what to do...so I went to the gym (I had not been going regularly). I told myself I could do whatever I wanted there but that I just had to go.

After the gym I felt a lot better, but I came home and got ridiculously drunk off of whiskey and danced around my apartment listening to early 90s r&b.

Pretty sure everything changed after that day.

charlottem1705 wrote: »

Not fitting in the seatbelt of the plane. Mortified doesn't begin to describe how I felt. Ruined my holiday

Thank you for sharing. I too felt the same way for me.

It was about 2AM in the beginning of July. I had gorged myself so much on food I couldn't sleep because of the indigestion and heartburn. I lied there mentally beating myself up, taking stock of my life, and considered that I quite likely wouldn't live to see my daughters 18th birthday. I resolved to get on a scale in the morning and see what I had done.
I did, and I was 290 lbs. I cried, I got mad
... And then I got a stationary bike, and some resistance bands.
Next I downloaded MFPs app and that was 70lbs ago

For me it was something like 5 months ago when I stepped on the scale and saw a number I'd always told myself I'd never hit. It was absolutely shocking to realize I'd gotten that heavy. I had kind of a visceral reaction to it and within a month or so I'd lost like 20 - 25lbs. It was unhealthy and I gained some of it back almost right away, then stayed at that weight until about 3 months ago when I signed up here and decided to start a consistent, healthy schedule to reach a much healthier weight.

I hit rock bottom when I was very young actually, around 14 or 15. I was my highest weight I ever have been at 210 pounds. I started biking and restricting my diet when I had to wear size 18 jeans ( plus size women's). I would cry back to school shopping because I could no longer wear teen sized clothes. Everyone was dating and I was just overweight and depressed. Actually I lost like 50 pounds but it was still rock bottom for me because I was purging and over exercising to do so. Now I'm 22 and I've learned so much from my young experience. I haven't purged for years and I eat sensibly. I also have gained a lot of muscle and have a better body image.

For me, it was when I laid down to go to sleep for the night and I couldn't breath good. No position helped. September I started the journey. I have kept 15 off so far, but feel I could do better.

Growing up very thin I've always had that "thin" image in my head of myself. I've never been one to "self-loathe" or anything like that, but I knew I was putting on weight in the past 10-15 years so I would try on and off to lose, always unsustainable, always gaining weight back plus more. I didn't feel overweight when I would get ready in front of the mirror, but when I saw pictures or videos of myself I didn't recognize myself (weird how that works). My moment when I decided to do something was when I tipped the scale at 180. I had been in the 170s for a few months and always thought- "I need to lose"- but didn't do much about it. I figured 180 was just water weight, fluctuation, etc. But it stayed there and I knew- I would just keep gaining if something didn't change. With heart disease along with bad knees and diabetes in my family, I knew that I needed to do something to change. And I did.

2 different ones here.

A few years ago I went out on the lake with family and we took a break and went swimming for a bit. I couldn't get back on the boat... It took my father and my uncle using a towel and a rope to help me back into the boat. I lost about 30 pounds after that. But I gained them back and they brought friends.

A few weeks ago I had to take a CPR and first aid class for my work. I passed... barely. I was sore for days after but the really horrifying thing was I kept toppling over whenever I leaned down to do breaths on the dummy. I wanted to go crawl in a hole.

rezgrl wrote: »

Mine was when I reached 300 lbs , nothing fit and I could not walk up steps without breathing heavily. Now I sprint up the steps.

I'm not up to sprinting yet but steps and hills have gotten a lot easier lately. I need to start back at the gym to make them that much easier. Way to go.

I've had several.

At 19, it was before going to college and realizing I had gone from 140 to 160 because I was an online student and didn't get enough exercise. I managed to drop to 140 again.

At 23, it was realizing that over the course of my 4 year relationship, I had sunk into a deep depression and rocketed up to 180 pounds! I didn't know I had gained that much until I had to complete my physical education requirement at school and signed up for personal training. On day one, he had me weigh myself. I had to tell this fit trainer that I was 180 pounds... I dropped to 135.

I held that until I was almost 26. Then I started working a retail job and my boss was verbally abusive. I tried to brush it off but after a few months of this plus grueling physical work and customer abuse, I snapped and started binging again. I was so stressed and tired that I began eating at work in our cafe and here I am now, at 150 pounds. The moment when I really saw how bad I looked - I'm only 5'3" so it doesn't take much extra weight - was when a picture was taken of me at work. I saw it online later and was like, "Whoa. Omg. I look like that? No no no no no."

4 months ago when I suffered a massive heart attack and had a quadruple bypass at 33. I realized I have to make a huge change in life so I can be around for my family. Add me if you'd like.

When the stretch marks appear. I'm 18, too young to have stretch marks! I always try to hide behind my height, never really acknowledging my weight. I'm 5'10" for an Asian that's pretty tall, so I always tell myself I'm tall not fat. The stretch marks were really a wake up call for me. Although it's pretty petty compared to the experiences on top but yeah stretch mark did it for me.