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dietcokenjoy
08-06-2008, 09:40 PM
I'm not really sure if this belongs here but looking at all the other topics... I figured this was the closest.

I'm just wondering what was the straw that broke the donekys back or what was the thing that made you decide "I'm going to get fit"?

My biggest wake up call was the fact that none (even my fat day clothes) fit me anymore.

I was just seeing what everyone elses is.


annade
08-06-2008, 09:47 PM
Laying on my back in bed having a hard time breathing and realizing it was due to my weight. I decided then that it was time to do something. It's going to be a long road, but I'll get there.

tonimaroni2
08-06-2008, 09:55 PM
Mine was a combination of several things coming together but there was one significant day when I was too embarrassed to go to the lake with the all my friends because of the way I looked in a swimming suit next to all of them.


mandalinn82
08-06-2008, 10:01 PM
The first time I tried on a wedding dress.

Apple Cheeks
08-06-2008, 10:19 PM
A picture of me standing next to my brother.


Although we are roughly the same height, I looked almost twice his width. :(

It was like a slap in the face, because it woke me up out of my state of denial about how I really looked. I could no longer lie to myself that I wasn't "that fat," and that I didn't look "that bad." I WAS that fat, and I DID look that bad!

I started my program the very next day.

PhotoChick
08-06-2008, 10:22 PM
It's interesting because for me there wasn't a moment that I decided to lose weight in that sense.

How it happened for me:
Back in 2006 my best friend and I started going to the gym together. We made a pact to go and keep each other accountable. It was the same thing I'd promised myself every year for the last 5 or so, but this time I had a friend to keep me going. We schlepped along together for several months.

Then in the spring/summer of 2007 my life kind of fell apart. I'm not going to go into details, but I lost some dear friends (who turned out to be not friends), my husband and I separated, I lost a business, etc., etc., etc. Seriously it's the closest I've ever been to understanding why people commit suicide.

I started going to counseling, but even so, during that time I simply stopped eating. I couldn't eat. I threw up from stress every time I tried. Which, believe me, was a first ever for me. Usually I get stressed, I eat. But this was so far beyond stress that I wasn't able to handle it.

BUT. The one thing I did ... and to this day I don't know why ... is I kept working with my trainer. And somehow I managed to choke down enough food to stay healthy and avoid drowning my sorrows in alcohol (which is a pattern in my family). And my trainer pushed me harder than I've ever been pushed before and I lived for those sessions jsut to make the pain of my life go away.

In Nov/Dec of 2007, things seemed to fall back into place. The pain of everything was less, I met my current guy, and I began to be at peace with where I was. At that point I'd lost 40 lbs and I realized that I was a stronger person that I ever thought I was ... and for me that was the realization that I *can* do this.

And ever since then, it's been ... I won't call it easy ... because it never is. But it's been easier. I think because I never want to go back to where I was at the lowest point in my life ever - and for me being 240 lbs will always be associated with the time that my entire world blew up and resettled.

So for me there never was a straw as such. There was just a total realignment of my entire universe ... over a period of months.

And now, even though I thought I'd ever live through it at the time, I thank God for the strength it gave me. I know now that I can endure anything.

.

Mango683
08-06-2008, 11:33 PM
Seeing my weight written on my chart at the doctor's office. I never wanted to be "that" girl. But I was. And I haven't looked back.

mandalinn82
08-07-2008, 12:01 AM
The first time I realized I SHOULD do something about my weight was also at a doctor's office...I had to get my medical records for a condition I was going to a specialist for. I was reading them over, and the doctor was writing the results of my physical exam. At this point, we couldn't figure out what was wrong with me, so getting good medical advice based on as much good information as possible was crucial.

My chart read: "Physical findings: Difficult to palpate secondary to obesity". Meaning "we can't really feel what we need to in order to get the information we need". My fat was literally preventing me from getting the medical information I needed.

It took me several years, and a very vanity-focused reason, to actually do something, which still makes me sad and angry at my previous self.

ginny
08-07-2008, 12:07 AM
Plantar Fasciitis. Alot of people probably know what I'm talking about since I know at least 3 people at work (all overweight) with the condition. There were times when it was hard to walk. My boss kept telling me to go to the doctor but I knew what she would say ... so instead of wasting my doc's time and mine I started this path.
20 pounds into my weight loss the pain was almost entirely gone.

modcat44
08-07-2008, 12:44 AM
For me, it was a series of awakenings. Fall 2006--moving across the country from Illinois and all our old friends and family. I saw all the pics from my several going away events, and was shocked at my multiple chins, very round face, baggy clothes.

Fall 2007, friends came out to visit us in CA, and we took several pics--again, I looked huge. At the gym, Oct. 2007, I took BP with the trainer--kinda high! (like 155 over 90). Uh oh, maybe I'm gonna need BP meds? MY dad, one brother and one sister has been on them, mostly due to their weight, was I going to go that route?

Starting to do workouts with trainer--such poor cardio! Really it is still not that good, but much better than it was. Could barely run a minute on TM before stopping or walking. Now up to 6 minutes at a pretty good pace (for me) level 6.

Started to swim November 2007--each length is 25 yards. I had to stop 2 times before I made it across. Now I can go 4 lengths before a 20 second pause.

And also, last fall, my "fat" clothes were getting too tight. Some of them size 18, some XXL, and a lot of these from Old Navy, the most generous of retailers! I was NOT going to go to a size 20.

So a long, slow realization that this had to stop, I had to change. I did fall off the wagon in February until May, so am working to re-lose the 12 pounds or so I gained back of the 30 or so I had lost. But that's why also I am on 3FC this time--for more motivation to hit my goals, support for my weak moments, etc.

RNmomof5
08-07-2008, 01:01 AM
For me, it was seeing the number 183 on the scale. I was 175 for several years, but for some reason, being in the 180's actually scared me. When I made up my mind to finally get serious, and loose the weight, my husband didn't believe me. I guess he had heard it so many times before. He told me, "I think you CAN do it, but I don't think you WILL do it." So that REALLY gave me motivation to stick with it!

KLK
08-07-2008, 01:03 AM
Realizing that if I didn't act fast to change the course of my life, I was going to be sized-out of Lane Bryant within a year. (now I'm sized-out of most of their clothes in the OTHER direction :D)

Sunnya
08-07-2008, 02:43 AM
Seeing 195 on my scale. I was so scared of reaching 200, I decided it was simply not an option. So I worked hard and lost 45 lbs so far.... 25 to go! I never never never want to see that 195 ever again.

Horo
08-07-2008, 08:15 AM
Late December '07, I had spent that month in 'I desperately need to lose weight mode!' which translated to constant binging. I step on the scale and find what no longer was I 200 lbs, I was a whopping 210! :eek: I had a kind of lousy birthday (January 1st), disturbed, depressed by my reflection every time I saw it. I vividly remember having spent a near hour trying to get dressed that day; trying to find SOMETHING that didn't make me look so.. fat. I ate a big whopping plate of my birthday lasagna, a big whopping chunk of my birthday cheesecake, and the day after.. when I was working on a huge chunk of leftover lasagna for dinner... I decided that something needed to CHANGE. The next day I started calorie counting, and I've never looked back.

Heather
08-07-2008, 08:30 AM
Falling down the stairs and really hurting my coccyx (tailbone). I was in such pain for a long time. I remember lying on my tummy in my bed, hurting to move (and not move) and thinking "Is this what my future holds for me? Am I going to lose my mobility because of my weight?".

In and of itself, it wasn't enough to kickstart my weightloss, but it was one of the major factors.

rockinrobin
08-07-2008, 08:49 AM
Realizing that if I didn't act fast to change the course of my life, I was going to be sized-out of Lane Bryant within a year. (now I'm sized-out of most of their clothes in the OTHER direction :D)

Mine was not a single straw, but a build up of a few. And the above reason was an enormous, ENORMOUS fear of mine. I was terrifed I would have no clothing to wear. It was hard enough finding clothing that I could tolerate enough to buy, but I was certain it was only a short time before I couldn't find ANYthing to fit my large body.

That and the fact that I always had it in my mind that I must take care of this before I was 50. You just didn't see too many 5 feet nothing, 287 lb 50 year old females walking around. I started my journey at 42.

Another straw - my children were getting close to marriagable ages and I knew there was no way I could get through the work needed before the wedding and the actual event, being so heavy. I had no energy and could barely stand for more then 8 - 10 minutes at a time. How in the world would I get through their weddings?

I also want to be there for them in many ways. Who would help set up their homes. Baby sit the grandkids? I wanted to/want to be an ACTIVE grandma.

I had tremendous fears about my health and what I was doing to myself. I was certain a disaster was going to strike. An avoidable one at that.

My knees were killing me. Getting around was becoming more and more difficult. Next to impossible. I knew if I didn't do something it would only get worse and worse.

I do remember passing a glass window at the mall one day and seeing the reflection of a very wide person and thinking "Wow, this person is humongous". Of course it was my very own reflection.

My quality of life was poor. I just couldn't go on the way that I was. SOMETHING had to change and I HAD to change it.

So, that's my "straws". Probably a few others, but that's what comes to my head now.

ladybugnessa
08-07-2008, 08:55 AM
Realizing that turning over in bed winded me.

Schmoodle
08-07-2008, 09:03 AM
I think there were lots of straws! But mostly I guess realizing that my size 22 jeans were getting tight and I needed to go up a size coupled with the fact that I was expecting a visit from family that I hadn't seen in years, and who hadn't seen pictures of me in years.
In any case, I don't think that was different from many times before but this time I also found a plan that worked and I could stick to, and found great support here at 3fc, so all things aligned and I have found success for the first time ever!

sandyfanny
08-07-2008, 09:15 AM
I was in New Orleans last month. I was people-watching and found myself looking at a woman trudging down the sidewalk. She was near my age, but she looked hot and tired and defeated and frumpy. She was wearing "I've given up clothes - Stacey and Clinton," and her feet hurt. I thought, "I look like that. I don't want to be that woman."

I used to be a beautiful woman - stopped traffic on a regular basis, loved shopping and fashion, confident and out-going, always up for something fun and an adventure. That was only five years ago...that's the woman I'm going to be again.

bananapancakes
08-07-2008, 09:29 AM
For me it was just generally feeling crappy about myself, inside and out and two contributing factors were seeing 199 on the scale and not wanting to be 200 and seeing a picture of myself next to my boyfriend when he came home from deployment and I looked like a baby whale in a dress :o

bananapancakes
08-07-2008, 09:33 AM
Mine was not a single straw, but a build up of a few. And the above reason was an enormous, ENORMOUS fear of mine. I was terrifed I would have no clothing to wear. It was hard enough finding clothing that I could tolerate enough to buy, but I was certain it was only a short time before I couldn't find ANYthing to fit my large body.

That and the fact that I always had it in my mind that I must take care of this before I was 50. You just didn't see too many 5 feet nothing, 287 lb 50 year old females walking around. I started my journey at 42.

Another straw - my children were getting close to marriagable ages and I knew there was no way I could get through the work needed before the wedding and the actual event, being so heavy. I had no energy and could barely stand for more then 8 - 10 minutes at a time. How in the world would I get through their weddings?

I also want to be there for them in many ways. Who would help set up their homes. Baby sit the grandkids? I wanted to/want to be an ACTIVE grandma.

I had tremendous fears about my health and what I was doing to myself. I was certain a disaster was going to strike. An avoidable one at that.

My knees were killing me. Getting around was becoming more and more difficult. Next to impossible. I knew if I didn't do something it would only get worse and worse.

I do remember passing a glass window at the mall one day and seeing the reflection of a very wide person and thinking "Wow, this person is humongous". Of course it was my very own reflection.

My quality of life was poor. I just couldn't go on the way that I was. SOMETHING had to change and I HAD to change it.

So, that's my "straws". Probably a few others, but that's what comes to my head now.

This story was great! Truly inspiring.

Mollikins
08-07-2008, 09:57 AM
In 2007 I took my better half to VA Beach for a birthday weekend. Many pictures were taken & one in particular of this HUGE, out-of-shape schlump that I had become, made me emotionally & physically sick ! THAT pic is now my desktop on my 'puter and is my screensaver. It is the constant reminder of bad choices in the past & how I had let myself get THAT big. It's the kick in the arse I need to make sure I NEVER let it happen again ! After watching diabetes take my Pop, it robbing my Mom of her golden years & being diagnosed myself as diabetic in 2006, you'd think THAT was enough impetus. Nope it took that photo staring back at me.

It's been a rough & slooooooooow journey, but I've finally realized that even though it took what seemed like seconds to put the weight ON, it's going to take REAL time to get it off. Then couple THAT with the embarking on an exercise regime whilst dealing with angina, severe sciatica, bulging discs and twice repaired knee --the term "no pain, no gain" literally makes me LAUGH ! :dizzy:

However with the strength I didn't think I could muster and the support of good friends & this place, I've taken the first step to the rest of my life ...... every single day.

midwife
08-07-2008, 10:09 AM
For me it was a couple of things.

Like Amanda, I saw my medical records, and seeing the term "mildly obese" applied to ME was like being hit over the head with a 2 X 4. I mean, I might have been a bit overweight, a little chubby, baby weight, grad school weight, a few to lose, but OBESE? Never....until I did the BMI calculations (which I know has limitations), but the nurse practitioner was correct. I was....obese.

So that kicked off my first two serious efforts to lose weight. But I stopped those efforts and regained the weight.

This last round was stimulated by a photo at a Mothers Day picnic last spring. Our midwifery practice was celebrating an anniversary so we had a little party and I saw the world's most unflattering picture of myself hunched over shoveling Chinese food into my mouth as though it would be the last time I would ever be able to eat, and I was appalled. Worst. Picture. Ever.

I knew I had to make permanent changes, but I mulled over things for a few more months. Then a neonatologist asked me when I was due....the horror of being asked that when I am not pregnant! But how was she to know? I looked pregnant....

I guess it was a lot of events that had a cumulative effect. I've learned a lot along the way, and I am never going back.

thistoo
08-07-2008, 10:18 AM
Seeing pictures of myself at my sister's wedding. I just looked miserable. Huge and miserable.

BoopRN
08-07-2008, 10:22 AM
My boyfriend proposed! That was motivation in its self! I had also seen a pic that we took together there after and didn't like myself in the picture and decided I have to look spectacular for my wedding.

cornellchick
08-07-2008, 01:25 PM
During the spring semester of this year I resolved on several different occasions that I finally had to do something about my weight. I came in as a freshman weighing around 150, and within a year and a half I was up to 168.

I weighed 160 in middle school, but I was shorter (and also in middle school - NO ONE's most glamorous period!) and being that heavy made me think of my larger, shorter, pimply, hormonal self - not pretty. (Looking back on it I looked nothing like that, of course, but seeing the number on the scale inevitably reminded me of that time of my life.)

I didn't like that I had put on that much weight that quickly. I didn't like that I was relying on food for comfort and the scale was showing it. I didn't like that my boyfriend couldn't pick me up for more than about half a second (maybe that says bad things about his strength as well as my weight... :P). I didn't like that I couldn't find a cute bathing suit. I looked at my photos from spring break, when I finally got to wear more summery clothes (shorts, swimsuit, tank tops) and realized how pudgy I looked in so many of them.

It was a combination of all of these realizations that led me to resolve to diet this summer. On several different occasions, when I was feeling down about my weight, I swore to myself that my diet would begin the very day I flew home for the summer. And it did. And you know what? I'm 20 pounds down and not looking back. And thanks to all of your support and inspiration I'm in for the long haul; this will be a lifestyle change. I don't want to see 168 again, and god knows I don't want to see anything higher than that either - I want to nip this in the bud by being healthy for the rest of my life.

disney834
08-07-2008, 03:22 PM
The last straw was even though my BMI is 25 point something, I've always wanted to be in better shape. Watching my mom and my FIL struggle with health issues has made me determined that I *will* be 60 years old one day (in 30 years!) and I *will* be able to play with my grandchildren. I don't want to have to sit back on the sidelines and not be able to participate because I've got health issues or not taken care of myself physically. I've had 2 back surgeries, and have DDD. So I knew the first step to being able to be the type of person I want to be in 30+ years is to get fit.