Kayhm0711 it's nice to see you're getting toward your bungee weight, lol. I have been terrified to go to a theme park ever since, but I can't wait to lose enough to fit back in all the rides.
My rock bottom was probably when I started having blood sugar problems. I went to a Dr. about it and I closed my eyes when I got on the scale. I was so ashamed that the first thing I told her was I was planning to lose weight. I'm so thankful that happened.
hey that's really cool that i'm not the only one to "hit rock bottom" so to speak. mine came when i was at work and i felt like no one would pay me the time of day, but God forbid... you should see some young thing walk up to **anyone** and get waited on hand and foot!!
anyway... i hope this is allowed but im new here so if it isn't just let me know. but hopefully i can kill two birds with one stone here. I wrote all about my story in my introduction.
I don't think I had a rock bottom. I just got tired of being fat, and I started to diet. I tried South Beach among others and the only thing that really worked for me was Medifast. So here I am.
There were several times that I should have hit rock bottom but didn't; the time I got on a carnival ride and was too big, the fact that diabetes runs in both sides of my family and my Dad had emergency surgery 2 years ago because of it, huffing and puffing through my job everyday...which is especially hard in the summer because I work at a horse barn, outside....things like that should have made a difference. But they didn't. Because, by nature I'm a lazy bum. I like how I feel after exercise, but motivating me takes some effort.
Realistically, my rock bottom came one night, about to fall asleep with my hubby. We had been talking about weight loss, and I was making excuses as usual. And finally he said, in a choked up voice, "I will love you no matter what size you are...and I really, really mean that. But it won't matter if you die before you're 40. What will I ever do without you?" And he was right, and I knew it.
I was in my car with my son and this car of young thugtypes pulled up along side me and yelled mean things to me. There was no reason for this, I hadn't even looked over at them and they just rolled down their window and started yelling that I disgusted them and that I was a fat b-word... It really hurt. I went home and balled my eyes out.
I'm sorry clickit...how sadly pathetic that those kids had nothing better to do with their lives. I wish you hadn't wasted tears on them, but I understand. I am, however, a firm believer in kharma!!
I have always been a healthy weight on the verge of slightly overweight since I can remember. I was dating/living with someone I was so in love with and everything was wonderful in our relationship. We've all been there, when you're in love and happy with someone you get comfortable and stop trying to impress them. This compounded with us going out to eat several times a week and going out drinking a fee nights a week resulted in me being my heaviest 165.5. The first time I weighed myself I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I knew my clothes weren't fitting but I couldn't fathom that I had gained so much weight. I wanted to lose the weight but I didn't want to sacrifice our lifestyle and all our dates so my weight remained in that region for awhile.. Then inevitably came the break up. I was heartbroken and completely shattered. After a couple days of being in a complete tailspin I decided to focus on something I had complete control over and focused my energy towards weight loss.
It helped a lot that I was on the best diet I have ever found in my life: spite.
I did it for me bc I wanted to regain control in my life, but seeing his reaction after the first time 25 lbs lighter was priceless )
I am sure that I have plenty of rock bottom moments to come, but the reason why I started working out is because I went in for an internship interview with Leo Burnett, one of the world's largest advertising agencies based in Chicago. I was totally pumped: I had a stellar portfolio, tons of public speaking experience, and some previous internship experience. I was shown into a waiting room wtih three other girls my age. Equally stellar portfolios, equal amounts of public speaking expeirence, and equal amounts of previous internship experience. Except they all were size 8's or less. Suffice to say, my rejection letter has lit the fire under my butt to get into shape.
Simple. My old stretched out 16s got raggy and I went to the store to replace them and was horrified to find out that no other 16 in the store fit me. I had to buy 18s, and it took me over a half an hour to find just ONE pair of 18s that were long enough. And I said: "There's no WAY I'm gonna go through this again." So, I bought like, 2 pairs of 18s and said those were the only 2 pairs of 18s I would EVER buy. Spent a lot of time washing them... but it helped keep me focused.
Also. I went to the doctor... mostly because I had a knee that was bothering me... and she asked me "Do you exercise regularly or has the knee been holding you back?" And I was so embarrassed...didn't know what to tell her. I kinda bs'ed a... "Yeah, I try sometimes, but yeah my knee has been interfering" blah blah blah. I was too embarrassed to flat out say "Nope, I don't exercise...ever. For no reason, I just don't." And then I got on the scale.................. need I say more?
Aside from that. I just did not like the overall feeling of "sluggishness" that I had. Like, nothing was wrong really... but I the panting whenever I physically exerted myself was frustrating. Something had to be done.
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My most recent "rock bottom" came when I weighed myself and realized I was less than ten pounds away from my all time high weight from high school, the one I always looked at photos of and laughed at because there was no way I could ever be that big again. I stepped on the scale and stepped right off and all I could think about was "ffffuuuuuuu, I need to do something."
Cemented by the fact that I walked into a store for the second time in my life and the shopkeeper said "You've gained weight."
I didn't really hit a rock bottom. I've always thought I was pretty and everything, but not excessively so. It was more that I hit a point where I was scared for my health.
At around 180 lbs, my doctor sat me down and warned me that I was at the weight where I would start to develop health problems. She never told me anything on how to get healthier other than "eat right and exercise." That didn't help me, and I brushed it off. I gained 27 more pounds over the next 2.5 years.
Then one day I stepped on the scale and when it read 207, I finally broke out of the apathetic mood I had toward my weight. It was going to affect my health - and had. My blood pressure was in a "normal" range for the first time in my life (normally it was lower and very, very healthy) and my cholesterol was very high.
None of it bothered me until I saw that scale number and realized what it meant - things were just going to get worse. So, so much worse. I saw myself in a ten years - huge, unhealthy, horrified at what I'd managed to do to myself but even more at what I would inevitably end up being.
I decided on the spot I'd eat healthy cold turkey. I started that day and have not gone back since. Now I'm 50 lbs down and thrilled with my loss so far. I love how I eat, how I feel, and that I can run 25 minutes without a problem now. I LOVE it.
Great thread - I'm glad it was revived.
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i haven't had a truly "rock bottom" moment about my weight in years, but i guess one of the things that triggered it this time was when my mom came to visit me this summer. we went sight seeing all over Japan together and there is this one picture she took of me, ringing a bell at a shrine, and it's full body, from behind, and i just couldn't get over how terrible my backside looked! lol. i mean i'm pretty much aware of how fat my front side is but i rarely actually see my butt, haha... so i thought "i should probably lose a bit" eheh...
also at that time, i saw my mom for the first time in a year, and she had gained a LOT of weight. i'm pretty sure she was over 250lbs... everytime i looked at her i kept thinking "she's so fat! i don't wanna look like that!!" and it made me sad for her too. so we made a pact to try and lose weight together after she went home. (she also promised me a samantha thavasa bag if i lost 10kg, eheh...)
My rock bottom happened at my highest known weight, when my bf and I had a late dinner of a Big Mac, Fries and Coke each (not unusual for us). I just remember lying in my bed with my stomach completely distended and puffed out feeling like I was going to die. Eventually I felt so sick that I vomited it all up and started crying. I've never purged food on purpose, and it was an involuntary bodily reaction. I realized that my body was LITERALLY REJECTING MY CHOICES.
Started the Belly Fat Cure. Have lost 39 lbs, still eat at McDonald's (just less, and different things), have never felt better. Will never go back.
Location: In Upstate Ny, where no one has ever heard of it
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my first rock bottom happened when I saw pictures of myself in photos of when I went to italy in 2009. I wanted to cry. I looked so big in all the pictures and none of them was flattering. I wanted to chop off all my fat with a knife from my kitchen. I felt so low and I cried myself to sleep and for a while I decided to dress pretty low key like in jeans, t-shirts, no makeup, and become the plain Jane tomboy that I had been for 17 years. Then this year, I decided that I didn't want to be like this so I slowly changed my tomboy ways. It was a slow change, when it started with makeup, girl size clothing, and a new hair do. Now I've decided to time to shed the weight. On tv, I always hear someone say its not what matters on the outside, its what matters on the inside but honestly that's not true. Being big has never been anything but a curse. I don't feel comfortable eating around other people and I won't step into a bathing suit. Big for me at least isn't beautiful its more like a curse from ****.
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