What was your first “I’m getting fat” realization?

Dress I'd had for years (which I wore to graduation) was visibly too tight, especially at the back. My face also looked tubby and in some of the photos I looked vaguely pregnant. I think I was really disappointed that the photos of that day had to be so bad. I did get this amazing edit out of it, though (sadly, our cat could not attend).

freespirit427 wrote: »

Someone/friend asked me if I was pregnant.

When I said I wasn’t they replied with “ when did you let yourself go?”

Wow. With friends like that, who needs enemies???

Mine was a photo too. I had a photo taken with a friend (this sounds terrible and I do really love her) but she has always been rather on the large side, we went to school together and she’s one of my best friends but has always been larger.

I knew I had been putting on a bit of weight, but we had a photo together, and I was like, double her size. I honestly didn’t recognise myself, I saw myself as a fat person for the first time in my life. That seriously shocked me, so I started my decade long journey with yo-yo dieting.

Cleosweetie wrote: »

@marykaylady2010: Yikes. Please proceed with caution with this guy. His comment is very much a red flag. Please don't normalize it.

I read it like he had an honest conversation with her and was very loving in what he said. I think a partner should be able to address weight gain that is causing physical attraction issues.

When my mom told me she dont see how im this big that she wasnt thay big until after 2 kids

cessi909 wrote: »

Cleosweetie wrote: »

@marykaylady2010: Yikes. Please proceed with caution with this guy. His comment is very much a red flag. Please don't normalize it.

I read it like he had an honest conversation with her and was very loving in what he said. I think a partner should be able to address weight gain that is causing physical attraction issues.

Not that it's up for a vote, but that's also how I interpreted it. The way it was shared in the post, at least, I got the impression that he was trying to share a specific concern that had negative potential for their relationship, and stressed that it didn't mean he'd stopped loving her. It's such dicey territory, isn't it, and I'm guessing he agonised over whether and how to say something before proceeding.

I've always been fat, but the kick in the pants this time was my husband told me I was snoring.
I've never snored.
(I'm down 25 pounds, and am snoring much less)

I HAD to grow a beard to hide my chins.

I knew I was going to get some kickback from saying my bf said I was getting fat. Just a few facts we had a conversation 2 years ago where we agreed that we wouldn’t let each other get too heavy it’s unhealthy, and he tortured himself for weeks before he had the guts to say something. He is very supportive and proud of me in so many was and thanked me for being an adult about some much needed criticism.

At 6' 2" I was 190-195 for most of my early years until I hit 40. I then spent 5+ years hovering around 210 ignoring it because "I can drop this in 2-3 weeks, no sweat". Then 220 became my constant weight "I am not fat, just a few easily lost pounds" as I hit 50. Last month I was at the doc and she announced 230 as she weighed me...and it struck me that I had crept up 40 pounds! It was slow, slow enough not to really register.

My wife was watching a TV show that very evening, Fit to Fat to Fit, and I really identified with some of the behavioral traits the trainers saw when they put on weight. Moods, depression, no confidence, no energy etc. It was that combined with a look in the mirror the following morning (where the hell did that belly come from?!!?) that did it.

I was having lunch at my desk at work, enjoying the hell out of my big plate of Indian food! In my mind, everything I was eating was super healthy and nutritious... I mean it was all veggies and yummy sauces, how could it be bad? A co-worker who also got the Indian food walked by my desk and commented "Oh I love this kind of food, too bad it's so fattening and bad for you!" She chuckled and walked away. It stopped me in my tracks. I just couldn't believe it was bad for me. So I began to research... went on Google and typed in something like "How many calories or how much fat in Indian food". I was shocked and horrified to see what I was actually putting into my body. The sheer amount of food that I was consuming, huge portion size, the amount of fat and the number of calories not to mention the sodium... as I sat there reading it I started to realize that I was basically shoveling the food into my mouth without even taking the time to really taste it or even think about if I was hungry or not. I could suddenly feel the sides of my butt as it rubbed against the arms of my chair. It was that "ahaa" moment. I thought... how long is this going to go on, how fat and how unhealthy am I going to let myself get? I was disgusted with myself. I threw the rest of the container with the food in the trash and drank water for the rest of the day while I did research on "losing weight" and "healthy diets". I absorbed as much information as I could in just a few hours. So I hadn't weighed myself in over 10 years, didn't even own a scale. I hadn't exercised in a very long time, but on the way out of my building that day I stopped and I weighed myself and couldn't believe my eyes when the scale read 190 LBs! Five years or so prior to that I was at 135 when I got married. I was thoroughly disgusted. The very next morning I changed absolutely everything about myself.... forward to a year later with a solid nutrition plan in place and a daily exercise routine, I was down to 113 LBs. I tore myself down to rock bottom and rebuilt, recreated myself over the next couple of years. Today... I'm a master licensed nutritionist, a group X and private trainer, a boxing coach, a first rank orange belt in Muay Thai and am prepping for a body building competition this July.