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

When my jeans burst like the over cooked sausage I was eating.

Looking at my wedding photo. The shirt (I was never into dresses) I wore looked like a bed sheet on me, not flowy and gorgeous as I imagined it would.
And the fact that my husband was a pretty big guy back then and all of his clothes fit me almost perfectly. I didn't realise just how big I was until then.

Being very thin most of my life, and even after having two kids I got back down to 125 (I'm 5'4") it took a while to realize. I did kind of keep tabs on my weight and would try on and off to lose weight when it would creep up- which I did, and I would always gain it back plus more. I would spend 5 or so years in a weight range and then it would creep up another 5-10 pounds. When you only gain 10 pounds a year it doesn't seem like much, but over 5-7 years suddenly you are 180 pounds. Again, when I looked in the mirror I didn't see a fat person. It was only when I looked at photos that I saw someone fat (weird how that works). I didn't hate my body even at 180. I just knew that with my family history of heart disease, diabetes and bad knees that I would be headed for that if my weight keep creeping up and up. So I joined on here and haven't looked back. Took me a year and a half to lose 55 pounds and have gained back a bit so I'm now trying to count again. It is much much harder to maintain, but the key is to be aware that you are gaining and nip it in the bud when you see that your clothes are getting a little tight. Oh and I also donated all of my bigger clothes so I have no choice but to maintain.

MelanieCN77 wrote: »

Lounmoun wrote: »

The Thanksgiving dh's aunt put her hand on my belly and asked when I was due.

I thought there were rules about that kind of thing!

And yet people still do it... at least once. They may not do it a second time.
She was pretty horrified when I said I wasn't pregnant. It was uncomfortable all around.

Going back to work after 2 months medical leave and my clothes i wore before didn't fit.

I was super self-conscious about my stomach and how it bulges out of certain shirts. People say I'm not fat but I want to feel more confident in my body when it comes to my stomach.

Before now, all of my weight loss has been post partum weight loss. I remember staying with my grandma through my divorce/ and to help care for her before she lost a battle to cancer and my clothes were getting tight. I thought her dryer was shrinking my clothes, lol. I fully realized I was gaining weight back after seeing myself in photos. It wasn't the dryer! It was Nana's yummy cooking and treats! I had also started dating my current fiance and he's Filipino. Food is his love language and he would always say "you haven't eaten enough, let me fix you something." He would force feed me like an old Lola. I also had some celiac issues because I was struggling financially and would just eat anything to satiate, and became very ill. I was doomed! After Nana passed and life settled down, I decided to get back on track and put up strict food boundaries. While my fiance isn't tracking his own diet, I can tell it's beginning to hit his radar, because he'll call out food measurements for me to log while he's cooking. He's finally learning appropriate portion sizes and becoming aware of how much food he eats and tries to feed me. He'll ask the total calorie per serving in the dishes we're making. I'm not pressuring him to jump on the calorie counting bandwagon, but it's nice that he's helping and no longer force feeding me.

For years after finishing school was oblivious the the pounds gradually piling on. Then one day was admitted to hospital (for appendicitis) -and they weighed me. Jaw dropped - it did come as a big of a shock. I guess thats what was needed to start this journey!

It was bad when I could barely fasten my bra. I had to turn it to the front to fasten it and take a deep breath to turn it back around. The whole day I'd feel like I was suffocating. Refused to buy bigger ones as they are expensive. That was enough for me.