What was a your wake up call?!

Back pain and doctor gave me a military style dressing down. Told me he couldn't help the source of the issue and only give me temporary relieve of the pain with anti inflammatories and pain killers. He banged his desk and very loudly and bluntly told me to loose weight. "7 pounds lighter next month or I'll put you on some nasty weight loss pills ...."

I went home very angry, slept over it and the next morning I could find an agreement with him in my mind. Although the method of delivery was harsh, it was the "wake up call" I needed.

Cardiac arrest in 2008

Undeiable that I have had to loose weight for a very long time in my 32yrs, but the wakeup cal was having a car accident and being so scared about how they would get me out,

It wasnt the numbness in my feet or the back pain that worried me most - it was the fact that I had to ask a stranger to tell 999(911) that they needed to send lots of help because I was very heavy.

The fire crew were so kind, but I could see and hear the stress I was putting them under as they moved me, whilst trying not to cause me further injury. I got so distressed they had to give me as and air to knock me out a bit! Made it more fun!

I dont have flashback about the crash, but action replays about what would have hapened if they had to get me out quicker or if I had ended up with a spinal cord injury - I would have struggled with rehab.

When someone said god you used to have a great figure.. well I am going to have one again!

I don't think I had a major wake up call. I was diagnosed hypoglycemic at least 4 years ago around 18 years old. The doctor said that was partially why I was overweight and within a few months of watching my sugar intake and taking the pills I was given I was down 30 pounds. I went back every 6 months the first two years and nothing changed me after that. I stayed at a pretty steady weight and my hypoglycemia was under control. Which lead to me only having to go back once a year and I dreaded it because I hated my Doctor. She was very blunt (I felt like she was looking down on me and calling me fat and lazy.) and I didn't really understand what I had since her explanations were too hard to understand. I only knew about hypoglycemia because of a novel I read that was FICTION. Anyways my sugar was under control due to the pills and even though I was still overweight I didn't have any motivation. This year I got a new Doctor because mine didn't have an appointment for 2 months and I couldn't wait. I don't know what it was about this women but the way she talked to me didn't make me feel fat or lazy or like the bad guy and everything she said sounded easy and made perfect sense. Plus it didn't hurt that my weight was inching back up by about 10 to 15 pounds.

I left that day thinking DAMN I need to give up all the Coca Cola (3-4 cans PER DAY!) I drink and so that day I stopped. The next day I hopped on the treadmill and found this website and it's all been up from there. I've been on here for about a month now and I've lost 10 pounds. (Possibly more. It was 10 pounds at just over 3 weeks.) My parents both see how great I'm doing and even though I don't have much support I will not stop or give up.

I also think the fact that I'm 22 and have been unemployed for almost 2 years and slowly lost almost all my friends (Due to them moving away.) has helped to motivate me. I feel like if I can finally be healthy and happy then I can achieve everything I want. Even if that is weird.

It's a bit TMI but the wake up call this time around was getting cramps in my back and lats because I was reaching too far around myself to wipe after a crap.

There's always been a slow-burn "hey, lose weight, fat *kitten*" voice in my head but when I realised that if I got any bigger I'd need a stick to wipe my *kitten* then it was time to act.

Sorry if you're eating lunch!

I love this!

sooooo glad to know i wasnt the only one...that freaked me out ALOT!!!!

I have been up and down on the weight issue since I was in high school. I would get sick, my weight would go up. I would get healthy, my weight would go down. I graduated university and was comfy at my weight. But then I moved to Korea. Everyone here are sticks. I literally have to go to America to find jeans that fit me correctly.

I have diabetes, type 1, so I didn't get it from being obese. But if you don't control your weight, bad things start happening. My dad also had a massive heart attack while I was in uni. I was so worried about how my weight affects my health, and the fact that I can't find decent jeans to fit me in a country that I have lived in for nearly 2 years, made me go: Oh, maybe if you lost some weight you wouldn't have that problem.

A friend/family member telling me I had to get control over my belly fat. Very hurtful to me at the time, and still is somewhat, but hey the truth sucks sometimes.

It's a bit TMI but the wake up call this time around was getting cramps in my back and lats because I was reaching too far around myself to wipe after a crap.

There's always been a slow-burn "hey, lose weight, fat *kitten*" voice in my head but when I realised that if I got any bigger I'd need a stick to wipe my *kitten* then it was time to act.

Sorry if you're eating lunch!

Exactly this :laugh:

I'd been yo-yo-ing for the better part of 15 yrs having started to pile on the lbs once I hit my 30s. Every time I'd lose weight, keep it off for about 3-6 months then it would creep back on only more each time.

I knew I was FAT, but I was in denial about being MORBIDLY OBESE.

I hated having my photo taken as my face was so bulbous and I gave Demis Rousos a run for his money. Even my wedding photos are hard to look at objectively; on the one hand I'm happy and on the other I see this HUGE BLOB in a kilt

But it took a dressing down by one of my dearest friends that kick-started this latest and hopefully very last journey to the land of trim :happy:

... and then of course I discovered MFP and the rest they say is history! or at least the flab is! :bigsmile:

Mine was my father forgiving me for being fat because I was in hospital for 6 months when I was 8.
Weighing myself and realising I was almost 17 stone (238lbs)
Having more and more fibro flare-ups to the point where I wouldn't even walk across the road to the shop.
Having only pyjamas that fit me.
Being bought size 22 & xxl clothes by family members.
Feeling really nauseous everytime I looked in the mirror.

High cholesterol Nov 5th 2011.

I FIT in my FAT jeans.

i dont know. it was odd. I got out of the shower, walked by the mirror, and said wait a minute...look at yourself, youwill never be this weight again, this is THE biggest youll ever be, so change it..and i am..:)

high blood pressure, getting out of breath easy and my period not arriving....

This was the 2nd time I've found myself with what I thought was a "few" extra pounds. However this is my heaviest and I'm simply not happy at all! I've had to start taking blood pressure pills again and one night going to work I simply got in the car and sat down to have my favorite jeans rip at the crotch. Who does that?! Who rips jeans sitting down?! Wow! I had finally had enough! For months I had been saying I have to start doing something....well I finally got up and I'm doing it!