Oh I've definitely got one....but it's a long story so bare with me...

I started my last semester of college this past September, moved into a new house off campus with two of my good friends. At home, I worked as a lifeguard/swim instructor for my local YMCA for the past 7 years. I'd like to think that I know what I'm doing when it comes to the field, and when I found out that there was another YMCA a few blocks away from my new house, I decided I should get a part time job there when I wasn't going to classes.

So the first couple of weeks of school I just focused on going to classes, eating all the foods I used to sneak behind my parents (big closet eater here), taking full advantage of the fast food joints at the end of my street. A few weeks into the semester ( I think I was steadily gaining weight at this point) I had arranged an interview with the aquatic director of the YMCA who said that I should be prepared to do a swimming test and an interview.

All my bathing suits were kinda gross & flaking since the high chlorine levels at my home YMCA, so I went to the local sporting goods store and bought a HUGE one that I thought would have to fit. It was expensive too! So I got home and attempted to try it on.....it got up to my thighs and the lining started to tear. I was so upset but it still didn't hit me that it was ME that was the problem, not the bathing suit. I opted to wear one of the older gross suits to the interview.

Next day I go to the YMCA, where I sit down and wait for the aquatic director and see all of these athletic fit lifeguards and swim instructors around the pool. Little intimidating, but since I had 7 years of experience I was feeling more than confident in my abilities. The aquatic director asks me to go change and then she'll have me do the 'typical YMCA test'. I think to myself, "oh I got this", I did this 7 years ago when I was first hired (keep in mind I was still overweight back then, but I was exercising daily with my track & field team), really thought it was going to be EASY, a piece of cake.

Well, it wasn't. It was actually one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. My entire body ached and my face was so red, I really thought I was going to die. I'm a prideful person, so I kept pushing myself to finish, and I did, but barely. I felt like the swim just kept going and going, and it was ONLY 700 yds, what most swimmers consider to be a warm-up.

As I was doing my laps I could see the other lifeguards looking at me, thinking they were going to have to save ME. One of the most embarrassing feelings I have ever felt, as someone with so much experience, who is supposed to be able to save other people, I was the one they were concerned about.

I was disgusted with myself, and that truly was my breaking point. I thought to my how did you get to this point? And as I left that YMCA I knew I could do two things, go eat my feelings and try to make myself feel better about myself through sugar and fat, OR I could go throw out every junk food in my house and begin to make healthy choices for once in my life....guess what I chose?

I clearly didn't get the job, never even got a call back, but in some ways I'm happy that it happened that way, because with the time I would have been working there, I'm out exercising, making better decisions for my body and new lifestyle. Since September 25, 2009 I've been going with this new lifestyle, and sure I've had a few days where I've wanted to throw in the towel and eat everything in sight (and I do have the occasional holiday cheat day), but I remember how I felt that day and my final goals, and it's the biggest motivator for me.

When people I see now ask me what inspired me to lose weight, I don't share this story because it was so embarrassing for me, I just say I had a lot of free time so I figured I might as well put my time and efforts into myself but I wanted to share with you all because I know there is at least one person out there that can relate to this.... Oh & I'm still debating going back to that YMCA when I'm done with the weight loss and into maintaining, and trying to swim those 700 yds again, maybe see if all those lifeguards recognize me now.

So that's my 'last straw' story...phew I applaud you if you read all that!

I’ve had too many last straws! Oddly enough, though, there wasn’t one this time around. I think I just got tired of stressing myself out by “planning” the new lifestyle I was going to embrace but never really doing it. Over the years, I’ve seen horribly unflattering pictures and caught glimpses of my enormous self in mirrors and it’s always disturbed me, but for some reason I never had the motivation to quit eating all the time and try to exercise.

I think the key to my success this time has been that I haven’t pressured myself and I started from a calm, rational place and took health into more consideration than my appearance and how much I detested it.

I would have to say it was breaking over the 300 mark. Years ago I hated even going over 200, but I did nothing and just accepted it. Now, 100 pounds heavier, I was mortified when I saw what the scale read at the Dr.'s office!

I hate that I cannot do physical things with my family. I have a hard time participating in parent against child basketball night. I find myself out of breath at times when I haven't even done anything physical to get that way.

It is time to take my life back, I deserve better than this!

Next goal: 10% loss/ currently at 8.9% loss

My last straw - I started wearing sweat pants whenever I wasnt working. On my way home from I would unbutton my pants so my belly can breathe. (yea..you read that right. Belly needs to breathe) LOL

I never wear heels or any shoes that could possibly be uncomfortable. So my closet full of cute sexy shoes. Nah! Keep those in the corner and wear slippers or birkenstocks. Not a cute look 24/7.

I wouldnt stand for any period of time. If I went to a party instead of circulating and conversating I would seek out the first chair and sit and eat. THAT IS IT!! People would have to come to me. Oh and if I dropped my napkin. oh NOOOO! I would hold my breathe to pick it up. IT was THAT difficult to pick it up.

There were so many signs I needed to lose weight why I ignored it for so long is beyond me. I am not giving up till I am comfortable in my own skin again.

Hearing that I have PCOS and that one way to reduce or eliminate symptoms was to lose weight was my 'last straw'. My weight never had an effect on my health before that moment, but it scared the crap out of me to hear that, finally, obesity had caught up with me.

The last straw for me was when my surgeon told me there was nothing he could do for my severely damaged back. I was looking forward to some good news that there would be and end to my pain and suffering. My hope was shattered when he told me the surgery would be too risky. I was given a 50% chance of improving my pain to a more tolerable level if I lost some weight. I am taking that chance for myself and my family. I look forward to a day when I can join in activities with my family instead of sitting on the side watching life pass me by.

My last straw was trying on a bunch of size 22 clothes and realizing they were too tight (I'd been wearing stretchy maternity clothes for over two years) and no matter which way I turned, nothing looked good.

I have always been able to camoflauge the bulk of my fat in clothes and 'fake' being thinner than I was. But that, plus my abysmal state of fitness, really was the final straw for me. I believe that was October 2008. I tried a couple different diets and methods before finding what worked for me, and haven't looked back since.

I know how you feel about it being emberassing. I felt that way about my incident, how they had to send in an ATV to come get me. Then the ambulance worker whined at me for my boyfriend having called 911 just so I could get out of there. Not to mention the cute nurse that had to tie the back of my flappy hospital gown... oy, I could go on LOL

I've been up and down with my weight for the last 4-5 years and I've generally been overweight for as long as I can remember. So, there have probably been a few "last straws". This time around that last straw came on New Years Eve. I ate so much that day I found it difficult to breathe. That really scared me. I took the next three days to look over the last year of my life and the 30-40 lbs I had gained. I came up with a plan and on Monday, January 4, 2010 I joined the gym and started said plan. I've been OP since.

Mine was kind of random, I'm not even sure if it was my last straw, but the words really stuck with me for some reason. I have always wanted to lose weight, but could never find the motivation. This last Spring and Summer, I was bigger than I ever have been.

Well, my boyfriend is in the Army, and he deployed at the beginning of October. Right before they deployed, I was listening to some of the soldiers talk. I don't think they even knew I was listening. One soldier said "All the girlfriends and wives either get fatter or get skinnier when we're gone." They all discussed this and agreed it was true. While missing their loved ones, the wives and girlfriends either ate for comfort or they lost weight from worrying.

That concept really struck me for some reason. I was a girlfriend. And these soldiers agreed that it was fact that I'd either get fatter or get skinnier over the next year. And I realized, I'm either going to continue to get fatter for the rest of my life, or I'm going to get a handle on it and get skinnier.

So I followed the soldier's statement. I have indeed gotten skinnier while my guy is deployed

Being 15 pounds from 300 was the last straw for me.I have been overweight all my life ,so I have never known what it feels like to be thin.I would lose 20 gain back 30.I yo-yoed my way 2 285 pounds.Even though I have spent most of my life trying 2 lose weight something about almost reaching 300 pounds was a kick in the head and the rear end. I have lost 30 pounds over the last year, not very fast i know but better than gaining that 15 pounds to 300.So this is it,m trying 2 learn a new way 2 eat.I wouldnt say it is easy but so far it has not been hard,maybe because I am not being so hard on myself

I'm not sure what exactly triggered "the moment" exactly, but having to deal with high blood pressure and possibly going on meds for it at 30 was a big influence.

I dont think i`ve had a last straw moment really i just realised now that my youngest child is 4 years old i have no other excuse, its time i lost this weight once and for all, this is day one for me as i joined my local rosemary conley diet and fitness class, and i`v managed to stick to my calorie allowance which i`m really happy with so i`m just trying to take it one day at a time.
I had a rough time of it when i had my last baby (we both nearly died!!) and it was pointed out to me that weight may have been a factor as it was an emergency section and they had problems getting tubes down my throat and that could have been my weight and the fact that i carried alot of fluid while pregnant, but its on my medical file now so any op in the future will have to be well planned, so i recon its time for my own future health and for any possible op that might be round the corner (we never know) i should get my weight down
So here`s hoping we all manage to get to our goals so best of luck to us all

The day before I turned 30 I had a doctor's appointment concerning my foot problem (plantar fasciitis) and the scale read 300. I hadn't weighed myself all year and I avoid cameras and mirrors like the plague... so I really had no idea.

I mean, you look down at your body and for some reason in your mind, you don't look as fat as you really are. Or maybe that's just how my mind works...

Then I thought, wait, so I'm having serious knee problems, major foot problems, back problems galore, and I'm constantly in and out of the doctor's office. I'm only 30. I want to be healthy on my 40th birthday and not feel broken.

But the last straw was when I thought, ok, I'll do Weight Watchers again. Oh I'll blog about it! I went to my usual blog site to open a WL account and realized, hmm, I already have one. Logged in and saw a post from about 3 years ago when I started WW. I talked about Atkins and my other diet attempts in the blog, and how certain I was that WW would be the final lifestyle that would fix me.

I was pretty disappointed with myself, to put it mildly. I went down the WW road and it didn't work out for me in the end. So now I am determined to find a way to really change, and permanently.

Schubunny - your story is so scary!! Yikes I would have been terrified. Im glad you are doing fine now!!

My final straw is actually a POSITIVE one. I have always wanted to find a guy who would fall in love with me for ME and not for my face or body. I've always gotten hit on A LOT and I used weight as a bit of a barrier to weed out guys here and there. I met my bf online and I didnt start losing weight until AFTER I met him in person. I was a little scared of what he would think when he saw me since he is a super fit Navy corpsman. Our first meeting was perfect though and he made me feel incredibly beautiful the whole time. After I came back home to CA I started to slowly let go of the weight that I was carrying. Its taking me a long time to do it but I'd like to think that slow and steady wins the race