What made you make the change?

Nails.

I literally teared up. So happy for you and your daughter.

I've already been doing this a year. I'd lost 69lbs and in the last month just got lazy. So I've recommitted myself to finish what I started. My original catalyst was having a new baby and just feeling terrible. My weight had never been so high, I hurt all over and I had post partum eclampsia. That made my blood pressure through the roof and that scared me to death. I still take medication but just one and after losing so much weight, my doctor thinks it's likely hereditary ( thanks dad), but I'm doing my part now to be healthy.

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I loved your story, OP, and I just love that pic.

I was slim all the way until I was 36 years old and got pregnant for the second time. My pregnancies were very far apart (17 years) and things were drastically different the second time around. With my first son, I bounced back to 105-ish within six months. With my second son I was up over 150 and HUNGRY all the time and so tired, and I couldn't figure that latter part out.

My marriage was having trouble, too. That started pretty early but I kept denying. I was pretty miserable, something was up with my son and I was constantly worried about him...we moved cross-country, I felt all alone...I just ate and ate and slept when my son slept and dragged myself from one duty to the next until I could sit down in exhaustion then.

I had another baby.

Then I was diagnosed with thyroid disease and all the tiredness made sense, and the constant hunger, because when you're exhausted your body screams at you to get energy, and energy usually comes from food. I've heard other hypo-T patients say the same thing. However, ultimately, it WAS due to what I put into my mouth. There's no other way to put it.

My husband refused to diet with me and would literally crunch loudly with "mmmmmmmmmms" and the whole nine, the whole entire night. He weighed 260 at the time. He would lie there with a giant bag of Doritos on his stomach, just munching with orgasmic mmm moans and I would fall down and just eat. I begged him to get on board with me and he'd snark that if I REALLY wanted to lose weight I'd just do it and it wouldn't matter whether someone was eating literally under my nose. Then he'd munch some more - chips, cookies, giant treats he brought home from parties at work, reheated giant greasy lunch meals.

Finally I begged him for an open marriage until our kids were out of school so I could be happy in the meantime and he did a 180 and decided if he got slim I'd be happier, I guess, and he FINALLY started dieting and without continuous delicious food directly in front of my face I was more able to stay on track.

Now it's 60 lbs. later and I have 30 to go. (He has lost 90.)

Of course, hashtag irony, if ANY good food that my husband likes is anywhere in the house, even hidden behind other things, he'll overeat and then talk about how duh, it's impossible to diet if there's food in front of your face. (Has never ever apologized for what he snarked all the time at me about in that regard, though.)

The end.