What was your final straw?

I've always felt self conscious about how I looked and my weight played a big part in it after being bullied for years. I put on half a stone at Christmas a few years back and it made me feel so horrible, that's when I decided that enough was enough.

Despite knowing that sugary, simple carb and all that comes with it is bad for health and weight. I ignore it. Then came a day when i have my favorite shirt on, all i can feel is the shirt is suffocating me. I dont feel comfortable at all wearing that shirt. I knew there and then i had to make some serious changes. That was my last straw.

My favorite dresses made me look pregnant, and I can't take stairs without my knees aching. I'm just 27 I shouldn't be tired and achy so much.

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I had been feeling lousy and had had several doctor's visits for various issues that were clearly related to being obese. One day, I was watching tv and a Prilosec commercial came on- you know, the one with Larry the Cable Guy- telling me I should eat whatever I want and just take a pill. It made me mad. I happened to be on those pills at the time and thought, "This is stupid... why don't I just lose some weight and eat a little better?" Haven't had one of those pills since. (Thanks, Larry the Cable Guy!)

My last straw has been everything that I have done to myself while my body has taken (and handled) care of far more than it should have too. I had found a way to take care of everyone and everything else in my life while I put myself on hold and I was feeling it on every level. Something has to give.

As of Jan 1: Diet or buy new pants. As of today: I get to keep the pants.

The last straw for me was when i was asked if I'm pregnant, because the "baby bump" is starting to show. I find that to be hurtful, yet quite comical but it did motivate me to come back to MFP and commit to weight loss and not gain it all back this time around.

My decision was kind of a combination of things. Around Christmas I was just looking at my boyfriend who is very thin but assures me always that he doesn't care if I'm fat or not, he had only known me this way so why would he care? He is an outstanding human being and I just had this thought like "he loves me for me, but why not be a better me?" I had always been fat, always always, and this was my first REAL attempt at losing it. I made it my "New years resolution" and had my last fast food meal (Taco bell, my fave) on December 31st. Things went good until maybe late February/early March when he took me out to dinner one day. I was like man, this is so much better and easier than making all my own food.... So I stopped. For a good two weeks, I not only went back to eating fast food, I was eating it 2-3 times a day. Then one day my boyfriend wanted McDonald's breakfast before work so we drove out and took it back home. I was thinking "a breakfast burrito meal can't be that much, right? I'll just see" so out of nowhere I went back into MFP and logged my two burritos, hash brown plus finishing my boyfriends hash brown (he said it was too potato-y, I'm like it's made of potatoes!! LOL), and my small orange juice...... My jaw dropped when I saw the number - over 1,000 calories! MFP had given me a calorie limit of 1,310.... I was shocked, and immediately went grocery shopping! And here I am, down 26 pounds as of yesterday. Still on a journey, but I'm finally seeing differences and I know it will be worth it

Always looking for other people to share the journey with, so let's be friends!

Seeing my picture at my sons 1 yr old birthday party, 2 months ago!!!

Recently my motivation has been "Man, I just got rid of my bigger pants last year, I REALLY don't want to buy those bigger pants again."

So that's my strategy: Whenever I can, I buy smaller pants and throw out all the bigger ones. My weight loss plan coincides with a tight budget, and I make sure that next-size-up clothes are NEVER in the budget, so I'd better make *kitten* sure I fit in the clothes I have.