Horrible as it sounds having a (rather large) co-worker tell me that once she's lost weight she'll donate all her old clothes to me "as they're bound to fit you". It wasn't so much the fact she was large, it was the rather rude opening of my previously closed eyes about how much weight I'd really gained. I know she didn't mean anything other than nice things with the offer, but goodness it felt like a slap in the face.

Overhearing an interview panel commenting on how they couldn't hire me, because what sort of impression would an obese woman give to clients, was a bit of a kicker too.

And in 3 years I'll be 30, which has caused all sorts of "oh no!" reactions.

Veggie, totally get the butt thing, Last Summer I couldn't either, I had more health Scares, I freaked when I saw 299 on the scale, but still just couldn't try yet again. I'm 63 and had given up. Then an astrologist friend of mine recommended a book "Star Signs" by Linda Goodman to me. I thought it was about astrology and numerology ( which was fascinating) but deep in the book was a plan for weight loss that was so outrageous and different and only last 45 days that I thought to myself " I can do anything for 45 days and then eat what I want. I did it and never looked back- am now down 74 pds. I thank God every day that book that changed my life when I wasn't even looking. I'm sure you can too, just one day, one meal at a time.

There has been a few strong moments that made me realize that I can't wish away all this weight or drown in self pity and magically go back to who I was.

First thing was probably me putting an album together for my grandmother with pictures of my family and realized I only had a few pregnancy pictures and ONE picture of me holding my baby. I have ZERO pictures with my husband after the baby was born and he is 15 months old, even knowing this I don't dare to even attempt to take one because I know it will look horrible.

I finally bought a corset (the real thing with steel boning for lacing and custom made) which was a dream of mine forever... and my gut looks like this creepy deformity that won't allow me to sit.

The clothes thing like someone else mentioned here! I was complaining I couldn't find anything that fit right after having a baby and one of my very sweet SIL's (not being sarcastic) offered some of her old clothes from back when she was "smaller" since they were practically all new... here is the thing, I've seen pictures and she has never been close to a healthy weight... I tried on the dresses and one actually was too small for me. That burned the postpregnancy body label in my mind and made me realize anyone can end up morbidly obese.

Also an older lady that is very fond of me and I haven't seen in a while thought I was pregnant and when I told her that the baby had already been born she assumed he had literally just been born and went on apologizing and reminding me things will get back to normal in a few months, baby was about to turn one year old.

Still being overweight after repeatedly trying to diet for the last 8000 years.

I'm new to this forum but really want to wish everyone good luck with their weight loss journey, only just found this site and I'm so happy I have.
My Oh **** moment came when I looked at myself side on and realized I looked very similar to Alfred Hitchcock ( no disrespect to the man) lol. Recent health issues and much too much ice cream have taken their toll. It's my 60th this year (yikes) and I do not want to be a fat sixty so onwards and upwards....we can do it guys!!!

I was just sick of feeling ill and tired.
I have a 2 year old to look after by myself and she can out run me.
I want to wear all the pretty clothes!

Saw a picture of me playing in the lake with my new Labrador puppy. I was wearing my favorite top, a pretty blue tunic that I thought was pretty. Thought it made me look "okay." I didn't look ok at all and I don't recognize myself. I made myself get on a scale for the first time in 3 years.

I've fluctuated way up again and I'm running out of clothes that fit since last time I said I'd never be back here ugh I suck at life lol guess this time I want to lose it for good so I don't have to do this ever again!

There have been so many last straws for me.
When I was on vacation and a group of women decided to yell horrible things out at me out of their car.
When my ex and I broke up after 6 years and I ballooned up to be the largest I've ever been. I've always been big, but the anti-depressants I've been on made me gain even more.
When I stepped on the scale and realized I've gone up to 344 lbs. Last time I weighed myself I was just under 300. That was a punch to the gut if I'd ever gotten one.
When I started dating again and I had a guy be nice enough to tell me that I'd be "perfect" if I lost 40 lbs.
When the guy who I'm dating now said one of his criteria for dating someone was that she "not be like 300 pounds or something". Little does he know I weigh more than that. Don't get me wrong, he is a great guy, it was not meant maliciously, but still. That was like a slap in the face.
When I tried on a fitted dress that has no stretch and I realized that what was loose on me last October is so tight I can barely fit in it.

My aunt had brain cancer and she asked for me and I went to her, but she didn't recognize me. I know she was in and out of the present day and she didn't know who several people were from time to time. And she did know me sometimes. But I was sitting across from her in her hospital room one day and she pointed at me and pushed her nose up like a pig nose and asked who I was. My dad told her I was his daughter, her niece, and that I was beautiful and she said "BEAUTIFUL!" as though she had changed her mind about my appearance. Maybe she had, she had brain cancer, who knows?

But that was really really hard. I started that day.

APoundtoLosein80Ways, I'm sorry. My ailing grandmother, in her 90s and with dementia, called me "Fat!" one of the last times I saw her. I laughed and agreed, but it really stuck with me. She used to think I was beautiful when I was a chubby teen, but my being over 200 pounds later was too much for her. Best wishes on your journey!

This time was seeing that my pants don't fit anymore and knowing that last time I stepped on a scale it showed 96kg. Gaining weight means I'm going for 100kg. That's super scarry.

Also, I'm starting to have problems putting on my socks - and I'm only 26 years old.

Weighing myself and seeing over100kg. I was in denial though, deciding the scale was broken.
Then my son stopped breathing. I thought something has to change, I needed to do better by my kids and they need me to be healthy to care for them too.

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Hmm. This time around, I realized I need to be serious about my efforts when I saw a photo of myself on stage at an event and was horrified at how my physique had changed. My clothes were fitting badly and I was uncomfortable in my body, but I have been super busy lately and I didn't notice it in the mirror in the same way. The picture snapped me out of my non-aware mode. :/ So, now, I am trying to make bigger changes.

mine was I went to put on a belly-dance costume I brought a couple of years ago- and it was getting to big back then ... and SH*t it was almost too small ... other items of clothes were not fitting - so I got a new set of scales and weighed myself - had a big cry as I was the heaviest I have EVER been - was also the fat kid at school I was lucky other children didn't tease me - but then again I have always been that much taller then people my age they may have just been scared of that big always angry looking round girl... as I never really smiled as I didn't like the way I looked in pictures when I did..
I also hate looking in the mirror at troupe practice and being the biggest one in the room
I'm chipping away at this weight hard we are going to Rarotonga for my birthday come June
I would also like to not have to battle with the seatbelt - they offer people extender in planes in NZ now to take care of the belt doesn't fit that can be almost as embarrassing to the person they offer it too as actually needing one!

I recently had my "that's the last straw" moment. I've always had acne of some sort but recently it's progressed to my stomach. I think its from sweating when I sit down and my tummy pouch bunches. It's painful, embarassing and makes me want to hide from my boyfriend. I don't want to feel this way. I also don't want to continue to buy larger clothing. I've always been between a 10-12 range...but have progressed to a 14. I had a breast reduction years back and with the current weight gain...they have grown back with vengeance. I'm tired of being tired.

I started Atkins recently and I think this might work. I love carbs. I'm sure if I reduce them then I'll see something happen. I"m hoping but the struggle is real. I smell EVERYTHING lately and its a battle. lol

I watched Kate on This is us and she looks like she's carrying another person on her front.
I really really don't want to become like her.

My last straw was when I went to the doctors office because I had terrible lower back pain and believed it was a severe injury. During questioning they kept asking if I had kids and I said no. Come to find out it's because I have an anterior pelvic tilt (like a pregnant woman) since my belly has gotten big and my back is now supporting my front weight. Along with that I've noticed it was harder for me to start getting into cars, the new cars have to be small I suppose but now its hard for my legs to get in and I sit so high since I have a big butt. Such a game changer.