What was your final straw?

i was pretty motivated last august when my 10s were really tight. then i saw a video of myself and realized i had to do something. i'm trying to maintain now but feeling a pull back towards my old ways. i am trying so hard to fight it.

When after about a month of denying my pants didn't fit a friend called me "chubby".

Similar to you, I went from a size 6 to a size 10 in about 6 months. When I hit my size 8 pants, I was a little depressed. When my size 10 pants were tight, I knew I had to change something. Then when I took pictures and compared them to my progress that I made last year, my mind was made up. I was not going to wallow in my self pity anymore. The pictures of me disgusted me and I was so angry with myself that I let myself lose all my hard earned progress from last year.

The final straw was when I saw the obesity line for my age and height (236 pounds) on a U.S. Army fitness site and realized that I had crossed it... Step away from the line!! Most people told me I didn't look obese, but the numbers never lie. I am currently 13 pounds less than the obesity line, but I'd like to dip below 200 pounds and stay there.

I had to accept that not all of my pants shrank at the same time! :noway: :laugh:
I had the classic 'same scale weight, more fluff' crisis that many people have at around age 40.


I would have tried to put on more muscle mass earlier in life had I known then what I know now,
but it's never too late and I have a lot, a lot of room for improvement... :blushing:

I saw some pictures that had been taken on me last August and really sat there and looked at them. I was like "Do I REALLY look like that?" I hadn't stepped on a scale in almost a year. When I did, I was shocked to find that I weighed an even 200lbs. I was absolutely disgusted with myself. I started counting calories the same day.

I think my straw broke two times. My first was when I was just tired of having to be "roped and choked" (taped and measured instead of being within weight standards) for the navy physical fitness assessment. Knowing that they were starting to really separate people for too many failures, I just wanted to be one of those who could get on the scale and not have to worry.

That straw lasted for almost 2 years, then I ruptured my Achilles tendon, that injury and surgery took EVERYTHING away! I couldn't walk and I still can't run right now. Even though I only gained 8lbs back a majority had to be FAT! I know this because my clothes no longer fit the same way, and I refused to buy larger uniforms (since I had to purchase new ones in a smaller size).

So, now I am slowly back to my old self with extremely limited abilities but not allowing it to control my journey anymore.

I had lost and gained and lost and gained. I got down to 230 from 342 over the course of 5 years and stalled. Last October, I was just sick of being heavy. I was tired of being the "funny" fat girl. I was sick of having just a "great personality". I had heard for so many years from my parents and grandparents that I would be so pretty if I just lost weight. I got a divorce, because he said he didn't like me smaller and wanted to split up. So I started to lose again. I was 215 then, I am 160 now. I want to get down to 140 by September. (earlier if possible)

My last straw was when my 10 year old daughter who is the most honest, sweet and my biggest cheerleader said" Mommy please don't make me answer that!" I asked her "do you think mommy is fat"? I lost 15 lbs since that day so I asked her again last week and she said " NO!" Totally made me even more motivated to do more.

I was in a wedding and saw the pictures a few months after the wedding. I was humiliated with the way that I looked (the picture is in my profile - purple dress). Even still when I look at those pictures I have to hold back tears. I decided that day that I would get back to a size 10 (I was in a 16 at the time). So, I changed my diet and exercised religiously. Nothing happened. No change at all for three months. So, I saw a doctor, found out I have PCOS, significally changed my diet, and the weight started to come off. I got to 170, which looks great on me, and decided that I was happy where I was. So, for about 10 months I stopped trying. Then I saw a picture of me at a party, and didn't really like the way I looked, my face was still too round. So, I started again. Now I am 149 (the smallest I have EVER been) and probably need to actually gain a few lbs. But, those pictures keep me from getting back to where I was. I just never want to be uncomfortable in my skin again. I have been maintaining now for two months, but plan on sticking to 150 for the rest of my life now.

We all have a breaking point, and until we hit it, we won't change. Good luck to all of you in your journey!!!