What was your "rock bottom" moment?

I have had 2. One was an ED one when I ended up in the hospital for refeeding,etc.
Second was this January when after ignoring symptoms for years I almost died from severe Crohn's disease, was on tpn, steroids, antibiotics, other powerful drugs including a drug they usually consider a last resort drug after ever other drug failed. I was 110 at 5 8 and my body even rejected water. Very scary time.

When the doctor wrote morbidly obese on my chart.

I never hit rock bottom. I was just very determined.

I couldnt make it through a single day at work without buying snacks in the break room. I realized I truly was just stress eating and i needed to make some serious changes.

Putting on size 12 pants one day and thinking they fit perfectly. Except a year and a half ago I was size 8 at 5'2". I realized I'd be size 14 or 16 soon if I didn't make a major lifestyle change. Going through menopause is no excuse. I'm now down to 125 and a comfy size 8. Almost at maintenance and feel stronger and have more energy than I have in 8 years.

I sat next to a man on a roller coaster and our arms were so squished together - I could barely fit. I don't want to live in a world where I can't ride roller coasters!

I don't think I had a moment. I mean, three times people mistook me for pregnant, and that didn't even phase me. I think I took those comments in stride because I'm pretty self-aware and knew I carried most of my extra weight in my stomach. I also consistently weighed myself, so there was no shocking number that stopped me - although I did pride myself on not seeing anything over 189.5 on the scale! (Stupid, I know!) Honestly I'd never been a very healthy eater, but what kicked off my binging was giving up another habit I'd had. After a while I finally realized that I'd simply replaced one bad habit with another. I had never addressed whatever was underlying the habit. Well, call it a poor choice, but I decided one day that it was either continue gaining weight at a ridiculous pace or go back to my old habit. So that's what I did, chose the lesser of two evils. Since then I've gotten married and have a little more accountability, and now I'm eating healthily and exercising and am doing much better with the original bad habit!

November 13, 2013 -- I had an appointment with a specialist to get the results of a home sleep study, and was told I had severe apnea, and had to be fitted with a CPAP device right away. I HATE the very thought of those things, so I made a deal with my doctor: take the CPAP off the table, and I lose 20 pounds. He agreed, and I started my diet the following morning. I was 255 then. Twenty pounds came off, then forty, then sixty. Now I'm eighty pounds down, apnea-free, no more blood pressure or heart meds, and I'm in better physical shape now than I ever was in my twenties. I wish I'd had the epiphany sooner -- like fifteen years ago -- but better late than never ...

Mine was a few weeks into Uni. I always knew I was big and it was strange because it bothered me a lot but never enough to lose the weight, even when most of my friends from school were slimmer than me, and I knew the boys ignored me in "that" way in favour of my thinner friends. I was bigger than all my flatmates in Uni and eventually I realised that they were comfortable with being thinner so they made an effort with their appearances whereas I never did because I was always so self-conscious that I'd look stupid if I made and effort. I've lost 44lbs since being in Uni and I'm in my final year, I have another 30lbs to go

My rock bottom was when I was underweight for my frame.

It was after losing somewhere around 80-100 lbs in about 3 months. The height of my eating disorder was August 2013-March 2014, however the vast majority of the weight was lost between October and December. The weight loss had started out slowly and unintentional, but as I grew obsessed with not eating (the obsession for me was with controlling food rather than weight), I lost weight quicker and quicker. Until, eventually, I had lost an entire person in just three short months. That alone should have been my rock bottom, but it wasn't. By that point, I was barely aware of the fact that I was alive. I remember going to sleep, not dreaming, and being afraid that one day... I wouldn't wake up. Still, I hadn't truly hit rock bottom. By January, I wanted to get better, but at the same time I wanted to cling to it all. I didn't want to let go.

I didn't hit rock bottom until March. That was when I had binge ate (likely because I needed the food, although to someone who is starved, that amount of food could literally be dangerous) and ended up being taken to the hospital. My stomach was bloated to about the size of a four month pregnant belly, and I was in so much pain that I was keeled over in the waiting room in tears. That alone didn't do it, though. I was finally taken to the back, and there was a long stretch where I was alone while they ran my tests, and waited for my results. The doctor came to me, confused. He had admitted that he had only let me stay in the waiting room so long because he thought I'd be a simple case of the flu, but was confused by my blood work. It was terrible. Most of it. And I, apparently, had the liver enzymes of a 43 year old alcoholic who had been drinking every day since they were 20. When he saw my age - he said - he nearly had a heart attack.

I frequently look back at that day, and know it was my rock bottom. Liver enzymes coming back so bad is quite frequently a harrowing sign for patients with restrictive eating disorders. They kept me there for a while. I was put on pain killers, and I felt like it was a chapter right from that book about anorexia - Wintergirls - in that I saw every possible path I could take from there. And there was only one that would mean instant death, and I realized that wasn't the one I wanted to take.

After that, I got more serious about recovery. I don't know what my liver enzymes are today, but I do hope they're better. I do know I've gained 10 (needed) pounds since then, at least.