Same here, and the fact I am <-> Close to painting my only mirror black.
And my aunt who has advanced cancer, or whatever, says her last wish is we all go on a family trip together one more time. And I want to say no just so I don't have to go on a cruise with people who look good in a swim suit.

I have been overweight for about 20 years. I kept using the excuses of being tall, large built, side effects to meds, just about anything to justify my excess weight and hey, my ex bf and my current bf were fine with my size.

I knew I was overweight, I am also in my mid 40s and although relatively healthy overall not as healthy or energetic as I wanted to be. Well, one day I go to the doc last summer and I was thinking I weighed about 220 or 225 at the most. The medical assistant went to weigh me on one of those old fashion scales with the sliding weight......she puts it on 200 and starts to slide the little weight thing and the damn thing did not balance.....she then puts the weight thing on 250!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, I WEIGHED 252 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Flashing though my mind was the fact that I was closer to 300 lbs than to 200 lbs. And bless that young girl working for the doctor, she saw my dismay and said hey, we can talk about losing a bit of weight, its ok, really it is.

So that very day I started to educate myself about eating better, exercising and vowed to change my bad habits. I lost a lot at first and was very strict with my calories, I am still on plan but I eat more calories now and I lose slower and that is ok with me. In six months I have dropped 45 pounds!!!!!!!

I gained the last bit of weight that put me over 300 pounds when we had to sell our home to prevent financial failure. Talk about stress. My husband went to school, I sold the house and we are now living on the road, trucking.

I knew that once we were ont he truck that I would attempt to diet again. But I waivered all last summer, thinking about it, but not doing it. The final straw came when one day in late August, I tripped in the parking lot of a truck stop and slammed breast first into a high and hard curb. Not a rounded one, one with a sharp box shape. I not only saw stars of pain, but I had the wind knocked out of me. I laid there barking like a seal trying to get air back into my lungs. It wasn't this accident that made me see the light....because accidents do happen. It was that there were two young adults sitting at a picnic table within reach and they DID NOTHING TO HELP ME. They watched me gasp and sputter and reel in pain. It was that utter helplessness physically that put me into shock about my weight. I could hardly get up. I shook as I went into the restroom to gather myself. I ended up with a black breast from the bruising and still.....6 months later have a remnant of the discolouration of that bruise.

I began my diet then and there. I could not face that kind of feeling of vulnerability due to weight (something I could control) ever again.

When my 6 year old said I should go on the Biggest Loser!
 

I have had many "last straw" moments. I sound like I have asthma, have knee problems, have a tough time getting up after sitting or lying down. However, when my loving, sweet 6 year child told me today that I should go on the Biggest Loser, well...enough said! I've tried all diets. I know my heart is having a tough time pumping. I just don't know which "diet" (new way of eating) works better for someone who's so down in the dumps like I am. I've been there, done that with various programs (WW, JC, pills). I've still escalated to extreme weight. In the past 3 years, I've gained 10 pounds per year. To me, that seems like so much. I'm not seeing my sunshine in life lately....especially as I hit 20W. :(

I'm 46, 5'0 and weigh 191. My BMI says I should weight 118-128! Ugh!

*ugh* i hate even thinking about this...but it's probably a good thing to keep me on track. i had been on vacation for 2 weeks...my first day back to work, i couldn't zip my uniform pants up. i FREAKED...i was facing having to call in sick because i couldn't zip the dang pants!! well, with much breath holding and laying on the bed and the use of pliers, i got the pants zipped. these pants cost $90 a pair and they are UG-LY...there is NO WAY i was going to kick down money for a new pair...let ALONE allow myself the luxury of having the room in new pants to gain even MORE weight. thus...here i am.

oh! that and the fact my boyfriend and i are going to Jamaica for our birthdays in October and he wants me to wear a Brazilian Bikini. YIKES!

-went to doctor and weighed 220 pounds, had high cholesterol(at age 16!)

A plane flight. My husband has to ask for seat belt extensions, and while I am not there yet, the seats are not comfortable (not that they were great when i was in shape, but now the arm rests dig into my thighs and cause pain. I don't want to be that person. I will not be that person.

(and in regards to the mirrors...ug...i hate them.)

My "last straw" was when I realized that I had regained EVERY SINGLE ONE of the 87 pounds I had lost. Just like last time, I could NOT let myself get to 300. Also, my cholesterol levels were 20 points above the highest limit. Also, my BP was 148 over 90. As a final straw of the final straws, I now have to fit side-ways SUCKING IN between the sink and the freezer where I could once, even if barely, fit head on. I am 26, my mom has diabetes, and many people on my grandfather's side of the family have died of heart disease. I won't let it happen to me.

Granted, the last 50 pounds were because of a quack who didn't know how to treat my PCOS (there are many horror stories about Depo Provera). Granted, the 30 before that were because of a lack of proper medication, by lack of insurance, for said PCOS. That being said, I have everything I need now, so no excuses. I will NOT get over that mark.

I have made many steps in the right direction. I have gotten a decent endocrinologist, finally got the pain meds I needed for exercise, and I quit smoking, thanks to a little help from the e cigarette (BP 120 over 70 today!!!) and I have made a few changes in my diet. I HAD lost 20 lbs. but have now put back on 8 of that. However, my endo says it is because I need more Metformin, and I now have the proper dose. EVERYTHING is in place. Now it is only a matter of making myself do what I have done once before, and then taking it a step further. :D

(Edit: my cat Mijo has also lost weight, about a pound, which is a lot for a cat, because I am making less trips to the fridge, and he nibbles every time I do!)

I've had many too.

Just in the last couple of years, we've had a sharp increase in the number of morbidly obese patients in our little hospital. Complex problems, special equipment ... it's just heart breaking.

For sure, it was seeing the pictures of me in a bright green bridesmaid dress at my friend's wedding. Holy guacamole, I knew I was fat but wow... and the fact at the reception I had to change into my jeans and hoodie because my boobs kept trying to pop out while dancing.

When I hit 200 lbs, gosh I threw a fit, went and bought a scale. Returned it because the scale was obviously malfunctioning... the next scale said the same thing. I'd sat around moping and eating after a bad divorce last summer, I must have hit a depression from the stress of it all and just didn't care. But not caring was enough to put on 20-30 lbs and I was already fat. At least I'm 5'9 so it took until 200 for me to wake up to how much damage I did to myself. Today, in a month's time I'm officially down 10 lbs!

My first "last straw" (lol) came 3 years ago on New Years day when I weighed myself for the first time in years and saw I was almost 300 pounds and I weighed significantly more than my boyfriend. I was devastated. By summer I had slowly lost 20 pounds and I picked up the pace and got down to 247 by fall. Then I just got sick of it and took a short break that lasted over 2 years...

My second "last straw" was the fear of not being able to have kids. I had gotten back up to around 272 as of March 2009. I am getting older and am married now, so the idea of having a baby crosses my mind often, but I don't even menstruate, seemingly because of my obesity and lack of exercise. At times in the past when I was on plan and exercising, I would menstruate, but I haven't in a long time. If I don't get it together, I may never be healthy enough to have a baby. I haven't seen a doctor about it, mostly because I don't have insurance and I'm just plain embarrassed, so I'm just hoping that weight loss will work.

I lost more than 50lb before, in 2001-2, but it took me until last summer to do something about it after slowly regaining most of the weight. Last time around, my last straw was size related, as my UK size 20 clothes were getting too tight and I was not prepared to go up yet another size. This time, I had got back to size 20 but no higher. I wasn't happy but I wasn't yet ready to do anything about it.

Then last August, during a hot spell I started having problems with swollen ankles. This had happened before, but I had blamed it on situations like going on flights. This time I hadn't been anywhere. I noticed that I had pitting edema. I was also getting breathless with slight exertion like climbing one flight of stairs. As my dad has heart failure and I knew these were potential symptoms, I started to worry about it, and I went to the doc to get it checked out.

The doctor took it seriously and sent me for hospital tests. He also told me to lose weight, offered to prescribe orlistat. He wanted me to show that I could lose some weight for a month on my own first, though. I admitted I'd regained weight before and that I didn't fancy my chances of keeping it off, but I was worried enough to start changing my eating regardless. I also embarked on daily walks, not too far intially.

My hospital tests turned out fine, but it was a huge wakeup call. My dad had told me on the phone that he didn't want me to end up like him. I lost some weight that first month by restarting Weight Watchers and I decided to simply carry on with that without taking the pills. I hope that this time is the last time I have to lose weight, and that I will truly get to grips with maintenance in the long term, but I know that's up to me.

Well, I had a last straw, but it didn't "take". I couldn't (can't) zip my pair of size 18 jeans - yikes! But, I just keep losing and gaining the same 15 lbs back. Depressing.