What was your breaking point?

My breaking point is well... I have many!! 4 years ago after splitting with my ex-husband I lost 70 pds. After finding my soulmate and having our beautiful lil girl, I breastfed and lost another 30! But being in a happy & healthy relationship his eating habits became mine and well, I gained every pound back.

I get so tired of hiding from cameras when I use to love them, and not being able to be as active as I would like with my daughter.

Also I use to love wearing heels, I have a closet full of them but since I don't feel comfortable enough to wear anything but loose fitting clothes, I have nothing to wear them with.
So here I am giving it my all!!!!
P.s.
Open to any friend request, looking for support & motivation and I will also give it in return!

It seems like there's been a build up of things till I hit the breaking point this time. I lost weight 4 - 5 years ago and I was down to 118 lbs. I then got pregnant with my 3rd child. I continued to eat healthy and to exercise till I was 6 or 7 months pregnant, so I didn't gain much at all. After I had her, I only had 10 lbs. of extra weight on. I worked out and ate right and lost those 10 lbs. and got back to 120 lbs. Now, fast forward 4 years.....I've slowly put back on 10 lbs. I have excuse after excuse as to why I can't eat better, why I don't exercise, why it's just easier for me to not do anything about it. Then a couple of weeks ago, a lady I work with gave me a picture that was taken sometime before I lost weight. I looked terrible and I can't believe I was really that big! I was darn near 150 lbs. and it made me feel so bad seeing that picture. I cut the picture up and threw it away. Then, last Saturday I weighed myself, which I normally do almost daily (which I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing) and the scale showed 130 lbs. I've had it! I don't want to be the chubby girl in the picture anymore. I want to be the girl who feels good about herself, inside and out.

I'm looking for all the help I can get here and reading everyone's stories makes me realize that it's much easier to do it with encouragement and understanding than trying to do it alone.

My breaking point was last October. I volunteered at a 5k race that my sister was walking. I was supposed to be walking right along side her. Instead I had to use my mother in laws walker because I couldnt carry my own weight on my knees. I sat on the walker at my post and cried while all the fit and not so fit flew by me. I decided right then and there that I had hit rock bottom. Took a couple of months before I really did anything other than join WW to lose the weight. Now I am working out at the gym with a personal trainer and loving it! Weight is coming off slow but that is ok with me. I feel amazing and actually mowed the lawn tonight with no pain or shortness of breath1

Welcome! I hope that everyone you meet here is as encouraging as my MFP friends! My breaking point was when I got on the scale at the doctor's office and it said 169. I'm 5'1" with a big frame, but that's unhealthy. I was facing an unknown opponent in the female region. Doctors still don't know what's wrong with me, but I knew my weight wasn't helping. My whole family is big and I'm the skinniest one, so it was easy to ignore how big I had really gotten. I'm terrified of the damage I've done and would have continued to do to my body if that scale hadn't jerked me back to reality. Good luck in your journey!

I fell down a flight of stairs; broke and dislocated my ankle, broke my fibia, and tore all the ligaments.

I was told that the damage wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't at the weight I was.

I almost missed graduating from college on time and I realized, very quickly, that it was only going to get worse if I didn't do something now.

My breaking point was when I (finally) got on the scale and it read 199. I am only 5'2" and 200 pounds just wasn't an option for me. I didn't want to break into the 200's. So I got on the wagon. I had been slowly putting on weight over the course of the last 3 1/2 years. I have been living overseas; things have not been in my favor with the way things are here (we live in Okinawa, Japan). We will be moving back to the states this summer and I want to be more fit when I get there. It's embarrassing to see friends you haven't seen in 3 years and you've gained 50 pounds. I won't reach my goal before we get there, but I am on my way, at least.

I broke long before I had the ability to fix myself. My living situation had become so bleak that I contemplated suicide, a lot. And because of those awful feelings, and an inability to change what was causing them, I crammed them down and filled myself with food instead.

Once my situation changed I figured I'd be able to get my eating back on track, but then every meal became a celebration of my (our) freedom.
Then one day I was looking ahead to my 30th birthday, a date I had long dreamed would greet a thin and happy me, and I realized that if I didn't get my *kitten* in gear, I would be neither thin nor (as) happy (as I could be) on that momentous occasion.

It was like a switch flipped in my head. The changes I made in that first week caused a domino effect that has expanded beyond my diet, to my fitness and even my social life. It's pretty awesome.

I've thought about this a lot, so thank you for asking the question... for once the story doesn't start at rock bottom, but feeling better about myself has motivated to make my self better.

(there's a more detailed version here: http://www.myfitnesspal.com/blog/esphixiet/view/the-more-things-change-195005

My breaking point was looking through all the pictures I had of my son and realizing that we did not have ONE picture together and that I was hiding from the camera because of my weight. My son is only 9 months and since his birth the hospital picture is the only one we have together. I do not want these years to go by and not have any pictures of him and I to put in the scrap book.

When I realized if I didn't do something about my weight I be...well not here.

It was around the time I realized I was over 230 pounds.

My breaking point was when I went to see a surgeon for a consultation before hernia surgery. I was undressed from the waist down so he could examine me and he said, "do you mind if I lift up this flab so that I can take a look at those cesarean scars?" I said "sure, whatever you need to do." As he lifted the flab that is my abdomen, I just stood there with silent tears running down my face. I said to myself - "that's it, this is the most humiliating experience of my life. I cannot live like this anymore." The doctor wasn't trying to be cruel and when he saw that I was crying he wanted to know why and I told him. He felt really bad for hurting my feelings but, the truth is in the flab.