Not being able to go shopping and enjoy it... as in when you have to try on 8 different pairs of pants all marked size 16+ before you find one that actually fits you.
That was it for me.

My last straw moment was going into the doctor and seeing that not only was I over 300 lbs...but I was 312 lbs. I kept saying for years now that I wanted to get healthy...at that moment...something smashed in my brain...not clicked...SMASHED...I thought of my daughter and how horrible it would be for her if my obesity ended up killing me and how much I want to be here for her...for me...giving my inner "skinny girl" all the info she needed to motivate my butt and kick her alter ego's butt (my inner fat girl)...that was my last straw/life changing moment.

My mom had to go in to the hospital to get a hip replacement. She had been in pain for so long that she had pretty much stopped walking and just ate and drank to try to ease the pain. I'm not sure of her exact weight but I know it was 300+ pounds when she went to have the operation. The doctors very sternly told her that she needed to drop that weight before something awful happened. And don't you know it, she lost over 150 pounds... that's more than my entire body weight!!

I don't know if it counts as a "last straw" ... I just know that I NEVER want to get to the point Mom was at before her operation. She couldn't play with me and my brother when we were kids, and when we got older, she couldn't get out of bed to go to school events and things. Now I know that part of that was the pain in her hip, but still... plus, my Mom losing all that weight has helped to show me that losing weight and getting healthy IS possible, no matter what point you're starting from... so thanks Mom!! Even though you don't know it, you're my motivation to change my habits...

My last straw was going to see a doctor about getting lap band surgery and being told I was not big enough. I just sat there and thought am I going to have to gain another 20 or 25 pounds to be able to lose this weight or am I going to get off my tush and do it myself. Many times when I get discourage I think about that day and what a wake up call it was.

My last straw was after Christmas I weighed myself and it said 260. I was 234 when i was pregnant with my son 6 years ago! This is the highest Ive ever been so I KNEW I had to do something!

Not being able to comfortable put on and tie my own shoes. Having to ask my husband to help me with such a simple task was my last straw.

A couple things were the last straw for me...

My fat jeans that i have had for a few years that I use to not wear because they wouldn't stay up no longer fit. I couldn't even get them over my a**.

The big one though was we went on a family vacation at christmas to new zeland and everyone wanted to go sky diving except I was too heavy. I got to watch everyone go and realized i just lost out on a once in a lifetime opportunity because my weight got in the way. I'd never experienced anything like that and thats when it hit me that it had gotten WAY out of control. I will never feel like that again.

My last straw happened this weekend while spending time with my family, even though i have been trying on my own for a few weeks.

My mother turned to me while I was feeding my nephew (he is now 3 months old) and told me that she used to think i was overweight in highschool ( i weighed 146lbs in 2002 when i graduated!)

she also said that she believes that my older brother who is 6'4" weighs less then me and he was always the "fat" kid.

with that being said i left the house and drove to my brothers house to cry. He and his wife have always been my biggest supporters. They both have been in my shoes for a long time. My sister-in-law is down to somewhere in the 150's and my brother is down to 230.

Today started a new day. My brother came to my apartment and cleaned out my cabinets and fridge of all my bad food. He even helped me cook a few meals for the week and showed me some interesting recipes that my mother used to make that he made healthy.

I have some of the best guy friends in the world. They all encourage me to stick to plan and they never ask questions when we go out and i dont order drinks anymore.

I have a wedding in June that i want to look hot in, even though i have to wear this horrible lime green dress! My ultimate goal is to fit back in a dress that i made before i graduated HS, i was an 8/10 back then.

My last straw was a combination of three things--my blood pressure was approaching normal for the first time in my life(it's normally low), size 16 jeans were getting tight(I'd been a 12 for most of my life), and I was no longer just over 200...I was well INTO the 200's.

After seeing how my mom has struggled with obesity for my entire life, I knew that I had to make a change. I found yoga at the perfect time in my life, and from there, the changes just snowballed.

Now, I find my lifestyle changes pretty easy--when I workout regularly, I don't crave or want junk, and I keep looking for the endorphin high of working out. As long as I stay with it, it's great!:D

I started running out of sizes and I'm a dude. Size 60 pants 6x. One year next month 5 days a week at the gym and new obsession with tricking out healthy food to taste edible. I am down 405 to 220. Size 60 to 38. I've lost 150 pounds 14 years ago before gained it all back and know exactly what weight I was on the upward climb. It's a number I will be always be aware of and stay below for the rest of my life if I can help it. This is the last time!!!!

Stepping on the scale and seeing the number get to 213. I have never been that heavy in my life and knew I needed to change.

and because i was so uncomfortable with myself I don't even really look at myself in the mirror.

I'd realized I was putting on a few pounds (my skinny jeans could not even be tugged more than halfway up my thigh), but I didn't have a scale and assumed it couldn't be THAT bad. I was using the bathroom at friend's home, and noticed she had a scale. I was floored when I stepped on it and realized I'd gained almost 40 pounds.

I'd never been skinny--I always straddled the line between normal and overweight, with a BMI hovering between 24 and 26. But getting a job and commuting to college meant I could, for the first time, go out for fast food whenever I wanted to. Within a very short time I'd passed straight through 'overweight' and reached obese. I realized I had bright red stretch marks all over my thighs--it looked like some animal had clawed me.

Seeing the photos of me at my cousin's wedding was probably the true last straw though. All my female cousins are super skinny and tall, and it was just so awful looking at my short, lumpy self (in a SLEEVELESS dress!) next to all those gazelles.

I started eating right and exercising, and I managed to lose 38 lbs. I maintained for a year, but since weighing myself at New Years, I managed to put 10lbs back on (as of mid Feb). I'm furious at myself for backsliding so much in just a few weeks after maintaining so well. That's the last last straw.

My clothes were starting to get too tight, but to be honest, it was when my underwear started getting to small. It took a weird little shimmy to get them on or off and they left really deep, painful marks in my skin. There was something just depressing about going out to buy bigger underwear, so I started losing weight.

I have to revive this great thread...

For me my moment of truth came this summer. I was so fat, in an unhappy marriage, crabby all the time, in debt, heading toward my 40th birthday (next week) and then my Dr. told me I have high blood pressure when in the past I've always had low blood pressure.

I knew I had to make changes and turn my life back into something I recognized and wanted.

First I told my husband of 7 years that I wanted out of our relationship, something I should have done 3 years earlier. It's been tough, but it was the right decision.
Next, I quit the part time job I had to make ends meet in order to spend more time with my 5 yr old son. Financially it is harder, but worth every penny I pinch. I'm not crabby all the time and we've built a better relationship already.
I also got a referral from my Dr. to a metabolic specialist and am following a medically supervised weight loss program. I've been doing this since August 12th. Through this program I was also referred to a personal trainer and have been exercising regularly as well.
Just last week I began to tackle the financial piece and obtained a debt consolidation loan that gives me a manageable interest rate and repayment schedule.

Before July I knew I was overweight and unhappy with my life, but I couldn't seem to get myself motivated to do something about it. Suddenly, in July it was the perfect storm of misery and I just knew I had to make changes and turn my life into the one I dream of.

I'm only a fraction of the way, but it's not as hard as I always told myself it would be, and the rewards are so so worth it. I feel like there is nothing I can't do right now.

Dear Angie - Thank you for reviving this thread! Reading your story struck a chord with me and I am glad that you are in positive and good spirits. I started my weight loss journey back in August of 2009 after seeing the scale read 252 at the doctor's office, my story is somewhere above. I have had many life changes similar to yours this year. It is only recently that I feel confident about my life and my ability to overcome life's curve balls. I am really proud of you for handling all the life stresses you have/had, getting help from others and for sharing with us. :hug:

And, yes, it is totally worth it to become healthier through weight loss, good food choice and exercise! Best wishes to you! :cheer2: