What was the moment? When did you decide to take back control?

When I had a CT scan for a suspected hernia and my doctor called me and told me she's concerned about the fat in my liver and the possibility of non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. It's the first time in my life I've realized my weight is impacting my health. I have always considered myself fairly healthy with no pre-existing conditions and I take no medications. It was absolutely a wake up call that I need to get my act together for my health and for my family.

Today This is the 12 year anniversary of my "Journey to Health" I lost over 166 pounds changed my diet and stopped drinking completely. I have drifted thru the last few years maintaining within 10 or 12 pounds and have felt good. I am in NJ right in the center of the Virus and it lead me to feel sorry for myself my pool closed my running friends and I stayed apart and I gained another 10 pounds over the last 10 weeks because all my plans for how I would spend this time went out the window Canceled two vacations and one trip to see my daughters family which translates to my Grandson generally " Woe is me"
I realize how lucky I am to be healthy most of my friends and neighbors know someone who contracted the virus some recovered some died and its a terrible illness to undergo and die from.
I am 72 still run and my Drs have told me my conditioning and running would help if I contract the virus and I am neglecting that conditioning because the situation has been depressing me.
So Today to honor my 12th year Anniversary of returning to a healthy life style I am recommitting to logging everything being less casual about food choices and upping my fitness program again..
I am going to focus on how lucky I have been instead of feeling sorry for myself
Today is the first day of the rest of my life

Had a moment this morning where I saw someone else's post about onederland and realized I haven't been there in a while, and when I was under 200lbs I'd told myself I wouldn't go back over. I'm 35lbs over right now after a mix of stress, meds, and overeating and it's time to get back down!

I am really searching for that moment for me. I feel a bit lost down an unhealthy rabbit hole.

When i realized that my 40lbs has been holding me back from dating, because of my lack of confidence. I think i was hiding behind the weight and lying to myself. Believing that i had time, that its ok to have a down year, that the right man would like how i was, that i should rock what i got. Except that i didn't rock the plush look. Instead....i became a hermit all of last year, while i grieved for my mother. So,Wednesday i decided that that was it. I need to get a grip of this.... despite friggen covd19.

Two moments: first was the morning after a night of overdoing it and I realized that my weight and drinking too much was going to kill me and I had to do something or I would soon be fatter and fatter and not able to do the things I wanted to do. Decided to not diet and take it slowly as this was for life. Set a goal on the low end of "overweight"
Second thing: Got there and had a heart attack. Committed to getting my weight in the "normal" BMI and to exercise and continue with the healthy eating and to keep my heart healthy! have been at or under that goal for over 7 years!

I have had more than a few "aha" moments over the decades. However, I think this is the final one. I was tired of feeling like I've worked out when all I did was hold my breath to tie my shoes. I was tired of going up the stairs at work and having the phone have the horrible timing to ring as I enter my office. Nothing causes panic like trying not to sound like an obscene phone caller to a client, and speaking in an unnatural stilted way between gasps for air.. wonderful....But, the best one ( and final straw) was when my overflowing belly just couldn't be contained in my jeans, not even as a muffintop. Instead, by the end of the workday, the button had carved a hole into my flab. A very sensitive, painful sore that required a band-aid on it for over a week. Meanwhile, it caused nonstop pain and frustration. It hurt all day long ( no matter what I wore, the button or waistline rubbed and pressed against it) Even a skirt has a waist, so does underwear. Pretty sure you can't go to work bottomless....last I checked. So, since I didn't have the money for new clothes or the desire to invest in larger clothes, weight loss was the answer. I have over a hundred pounds to get rid of. Message delivered, and point made, by a little metal button.I plan on cutting that button off of those jeans, and placing it in a prominent place in my house where it can act as a reminder that excessive weight will affect your physical well being ( obviously in greater ways...diabetes, heart issues, etc) and overall comfort level. That was just my wake up call.

I broke 300 pounds. My previous high was 292 pounds and I swore I would never get heavier. Then 5 years later, after up and down and up and down ... I broke 300. So now it is time to start working seriously and making a permanent lifestyle change.

It was a two-phase thing:

First, I had just reached the end of my rope with denial: I'd been convincing myself that my being very active/pretty fit (which I was) was more important than the fact that I was still just over the line into obese BMI.

I tried various dietary changes, but still couldn't bring down my high cholesterol/triglycerides. (I also had high blood pressure, and severe but well-medicated hypothyroidism - context.) My doctor was pressing harder for me to take statins, and I didn't want to do it - I figured I'd already given up enough cognitive bandwith to chemotherapy (for stage III breast cancer) around 12 years earlier, and couldn't afford to lose more smarts (common side effect of statins, too). So, I started losing weight.

That might not have stuck long-term, but then I suddenly started having bad heartburn and serious reflux for the first time in my life. After various diagnostic dead ends, I was was diagnosed with gallbladder adenomyomatosis. That's not the normal stones/sludge, but rather an inflammatory/cholesterol-related thing that can be associated with gallbladder cancer. When they took it out, the pathology report was horrifying: Happily no malignancy, but it had numerous holes in it, and was basically just a cholesterolized, mucked-up hunk of damaged tissue.

That sealed the deal on my commitment, and MFP made the process so simple: Like a fun science-fair project for grown-ups!

So, bottom line: Back in 2015, at age 59-60, I lost from obese (BMI 30.4) to a healthy weight (below BMI 20 at lowest). I've noodled up and down within a healthy range since (BMI 19.3-23 at extremes of ups/downs) for the 4+ years since, currently BMI 21.5 (5'5", 129.4 pounds this morning) at age 64 - same weight range as in my 20s, lightest of my adult life.

I continue to be quite active, as I was when obese. I haven't really changed what I eat, over the whole process, just changed portion size and relative proportions, mostly. (I was already eating a lot of healthy foods, been vegetarian for 45 years.)

I wish I'd been smart enough to do this decades ago: So. Much. Better!

When I realised I weigh the same as I did when I was 9 months pregnant

I give myself and every person reading this thread a hall pass for gaming weight during the quarantine. I bet almost every American will be 10 to 30 pounds heavier when this crisis ends.

I did a lot of nervous drinking and eating those first two months. It is ridiculous that the collective health of all of us could be more damaged from weight gain than from the threat of getting the virus.

Anyway.. I hit a wall last week..and since then I've had the eye of the tiger. I getting my fit body back and willing to do the work. We all get a do over on this one.

When my doctor, that never has discussed my weight, came in and started talking about weight loss surgery! When I said "hell no" he suggested diet pills. He knows I have a history of atrial fibrillation and insomnia, yet he prescribes me a stimulant. I was appalled. I am going to show everyone what I can do for myself without using artificial measures. I may find a new doctor!

My moment is today! I knew I had gained weight but today, the scale told me I weigh more than I did when I was 9 mths pregnant with my second. Shocked. Horrified! Determined!! This is happening, I can't live like this. Please add me if you would like!

being dumped by long distance ex-girlfriend and realized i have gained 10lbs for unlimited and uncontrolled snacks and beers..i have to be good and make she regrets!

I took back my life and controlled my eating habits when it was a struggle to go up the stairs after having a whole pizza.