I realized it was time to lose weight long before I actually started doing it. I blew up (50 pounds in 6 months) then let myself stay that size for a whole year before deciding I had enough. I was making my life miserable and of course, I was the only one I had to blame. The only thing I could think about was how much I hated my weight and I kept wondering if others noticed how big I was. I couldn't stop talking about it, and I mentioned countless times that I wanted to lose weight, though it obviously took awhile for me to go and do it!
A whole series of events made me realize it was time:
-Buying my first pair of size 14 pants and realizing that I was headed towards the plus sized realm
-Seeing that I was 20 pounds overweight and only needed to gain 15 more to be clinically obese according to the BMI chart
-Sitting in a bizarre, awkward clenched position to make sure I was hiding my belly fat
-Crying every time I tried on clothes because nothing cute fit me properly
-Realizing that I had a whole closet full of clothes that I couldn't wear (but I didn't throw out a single item because I wanted to make sure I got down to the same size or smaller! And I can fit almost all of them now!
-Knowing that I would not go to any casting calls until I lost my weight
-And the self hatred was enough to make me go, "ok! enough!" so when I started my new job, I decided to ride my bike each way. It's around 9.5 miles away, which makes for a total of a 19 mile ride every day. Then, I decided I needed to watch what I ate and do a few other exercises so that I could get toned, fit, and healthy.
Oh! Bad health... acid reflex and insulin resistance both suck!