My story is a little funny. I was sitting in my chilly office with a small jacket on. I leaned back to yawn and a button from my jacket popped off and flew accross the room. That was my AH HA moment. What was yours?
AndrastesKnickerWeasels wrote: » I have an anxiety disorder, and a particularly bad episode saw me barely able to leave my house for the better part of a year. I gained 3 stone, and became super unfit. After a couple of years of doing nothing about my mental or physical health (I convinced myself I was happy as I was) I realised I wasn't. Two months ago I went to a doctor and started getting help for the anxiety. Then a month ago I woke up and was like "I need to get my life in order." and went outside. I've been walking between 3-5 miles a day, 5-6 days a week since and I don't intend to give it up. It's like someone flipped a switch on the little voice in my head; instead of hearing insults and shaming for being overweight and telling me everything is too much to deal with, it now motivates and encourages me to get up and start doing things. It's not so much about losing the weight for me, as it is about getting fitter so I can do the activities I used to adore before everything happened, the weight loss that's occurring because of it is just a bonus!
Laurend224 wrote: » My 'fat pants' we're no longer fitting. Seriously, I owned one pair of jeans that still fit, and I was starting to surpass them. I was tired of having to come home and put on sweat pants and pajamas. I want to apply for term life insurance, but my weight puts me into a high $$$ category even though I am only 35, and otherwise 'healthy' I am 5'3" and tired of weighing more than my 6 foot tall husband. Like, 50 lbs more.