I dunno, 11th grade was torture for me because I was so big. I didn't even have any friends at school really. I talked to people in class sometimes, but I was alone at lunch every day. I was really lonely and depressed and stuff, and I knew if I didn't do something, something bad was going to happen to me. My pediatrician had recommended Weight Watchers and I really respected her, so since I had just turned 17 I joined with my best friend.

Fell off the wagon a couple times, but I always got back on. This time I just knew I was getting to goal. And it's been really easy actually.

I think I already mentioned this last year in another thread, but one time I stood on the scale and it said 214. I was in shock. I dieted very slightly, I think I just didn't snack, and got down to 203 or so.

Wow, just typing that I once used to be over 200 boggles my mind! I cannot believe I ever let myself get to that point.

Anyway, this was my worst moment, but wasn't the moment that made me start:

My cousin and I were dancing/partying down in San Diego, and all the clubs had closed and people are crowding the streets, walking home or to hotels, or getting cabs, and I was standing on the sidewalk, and a car of guys drove past with all the windows down, hollering at girls and whistling. I just happened to be kind of watching this car, and the guy in the backseat caught my eye, and said "don't look at me, you're fat"

I DIED. I think I turned white. I was so embarrassed. I looked away and pretended I didn't hear, but that was when I knew I couldn't go by as chubby or voluptuous anymore, I was really, truly, overweight.

I don't really know what happened with me to lose it all, but a friend suggested we all start jogging and do a half marathon, so when I started that and realized I couldn't even run for 1 minute, I didn't want to let my friends down and I decided I needed to lose weight in order to pick up my running.

It's amazing how hard it was to run being 200 lbs. Every single thing hurt. How did I live like that!?

My rock bottom was about 6 months ago, my Bf was having problems being physical with me and made the comment "I have never been with a girl that wasnt teeny tiny" when I asked him why he wouldnt do anything with me......that was like a slap in the face....I had let my once 135 pound rockn body get to 185. a 50 pound weight gain.....I knew then I had to make a change not for him but for me......

I would dump my boyfriend if he said that to me...

Hope you don't mind if an old lady chimes in here! My rock bottom was at Christmas when I went to visit fiance's mother in the hospital. I have known her much longer than I've known him, and she has been very overweight all of her life. She is in her 70's now and her weight has caused her to not be able to walk w/o a walker, she can barely breathe and she just looked so d*mn uncomfortable. I vowed shortly after that that I would do everything possible to not let myself get into that shape. I want to enjoy the last years of my life, however many they turn out to be. I want to be healthy and happy.

I had two:

1. I was turning 21 and just didn't want to exist like this anymore.

2. Then more recently, I realized that there was no way I was going to study abroad looking like this, and now was the time to get it done.

I don't know what my 'rock bottom' was, but I'd say my main thing was going through several hardships in my life. The time I got serious was more about my well being and making myself a better person in general, changing things about myself etc than it was about appearance. Trying to put my life together is a good way to put it.

It would be a heck of a lot to explain, but mainly I am working to get control of my life and gain my own independence.

My senior year of highschool I didn't have anymore friends, (they had all moved away to college already and what not) so I had alot of spare time to pity myself so I started doing some boxing training and working out in my parents garage every day. I was doing like 300 situps a day. I lost a bunch of weight and it was all good from there up until like a year and a half ago and now I'm back to what my original highest weight was...almost 100 pounds more than my lowest weight.

i couldn't fit into my pants anymore after quitting my job and taking 6 months off of school. I have to wear treggings everyday now, (leggings that look like jeans). They have an elastic waistband, like pregnancy pants.

I weighed myself after two years of not even looking at a scale, because my SIZE 18 JEANS were fitting extremely tight...some I couldnt even wear anymore. It came up to 240lbs! The heaviest ever. I could'nt believe it, I was so hurt. I cried and cried and cried. I couldnt help but think "60 lbs from being 300lbs, sooooo close to being considered extremely obese on the bmi chart" I hit my bottom at 240 and I'll never go back...

I think it's interesting that you say that because I'm really similar in thinking with numbers. I had a breakdown when I saw 160 on the scale because I realized I was closer to 200 pounds than 100 pounds.

My rock bottom is that me and my husband have been trying to concieve for almost a year now.. and nothing.. I'm pretty sure my weight has something to do with it and the doc was saying this also.
I want to be healthy for myself and my future kiddos! I know right nwo this isnt how i want to be forever..

I never hit rock bottom but I've been wanting to get healthier for awhile, and something just clicked. I no longer craved snacking or junk food, I was no longer preoccupied with food, I no longer even cared about food. It was kind of weird, one day I woke up and realized I just didn't care about eating anymore.

I have several instances that just really twisted the knife, so I guess they were rock bottoms for me, although I tend to yoyo so there is always some breaking point or other

A significant time was when I was shopping for a dress for a new years party. (i don't usually like to try on clothes because I don't like what I see). Anyway, I was actually trying stuff on and was just HORRIFIED at what I saw in the full length mirrors . Nothing I tried on fit me right and my flabby arms and wide hips looked ridiculous in everything I just broke down and cried there and then.

Another time, more recently, was when I came back to my term-time job after the Easter break. I was talking to a colleague and he just casually decided to point out that I'd gained weight!! I knew I had but it was SO hurtful to know that it was THAT noticeable! Eeek! I've had some serious denial going on

I am new here, but I totally understand this! I seriously wonder sometimes if I have body dysmoprhia because I generally like how I look in the mirror, but pictures are like WHOA. It is amazing how different my perception of myself is!!