I love this!

For me, it was curling my knees up towards my chest one night to go to sleep and realizing my stomach was in the way. And going hiking and having my stomach hit my thighs when I'd be bent over hiking at a steep spot.

A recent last straw for me was this Friday. I went to my 2nd cousin's baby shower. I haven't seen my cousins & aunt for about 3 years, purposefully avoiding family functions but finally gave in to my mom's pleas. I also knew I was intent on losing weight again so I thought why not let them see me now and hope to see them in a few months for another baby shower with some weight gone (fingers crossed). As expected I was mistaken for my mom, another cousin was introducing his wife and when he introduced me as my mom I embarrassed him a little.... Everyone knows how much this bugs me since my mom has always struggled with her weight and she is now at her heaviest at 250. I do my best to try and not only take the negative resemblence of my mom because now that my daughter also gets the "you look exactly like your mom" and she is beautiful.
Anyhoo, that was the most recent "last straw" for me, hoping that it will be amongst the last.

Mine was getting to the heaviest weight of my life I was at 196 and told myself I refuse to weight 200 lbs and buy and bigger clothes. I was also thinking how negatively I thought about the way I looked and how it made me not want to go to events with people who had seen me when I weighted less.

What did it for me is the fact that again I had lost some weight earlier this year (about 16lbs) and here I am again with all of that weight back on me. I have decided that this is it, I've been wanting to get to my goal weight for 10 years and it hasn't happened yet. I made a promise to myself that starting yesterday, I was going to lose this weight no matter what.

Here's a pic that was also a last straw moment for me. My 10 year old son took this pic. I wanted to strangle him! That is wide load & cankles me next to my skinny minnie best friend.
http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d1...IMG_0168-1.jpg

The last straw for me was finally getting mad and getting over the pity party!

I have cried "Why me" for years. Now... I'm tired of crying and whining... cause that's not going to get me anywhere.

The last straw... not being able to comfortably tie my own shoes... take a bath in the tub... paint my toe nails... stand up from a seated position.... walk up and down the stairs at work... where clothes that fit my age and personality... shop for normal shoes... walk through the mall with my daughter... fit in a roller coaster... be looked at normal... feel good about myself in any way.

THIS is my time. I WILL love myself and have enough confidence in myself to get there. My life depends on it.

This is a horrible reason, and it makes me sound like a ****ty person, but this was the "last straw." I hated feeling fatter/less attractive than my best friend, who is heavier, but taller than me. She's a pretty big girl, but she's also pretty when she wants to be. I never feel/felt pretty, and I was getting sick of it, of feeling like "the kid" of the group, even though I'm one of the oldest ones.

Maybe it's got a lot to do with my height, too, and not just my weight, idk. But I honestly think losing weight will make me happier.

i feel guilty that my bf has a chunky gf. he's so skinny! and very tall as u can see from my pic lol. plus i was tired of looking at all the jeans i own knowing i don't fit into them.

I see a lot of people whose "epiphany's" came at or below my current weight. WOW, and congrats for having the foresight to catch your weight climb early!!!

I wish that had been me. I would have had so much less to lose.

Anyway,

My epiphany came through my experiences with a former flame. I was 361 at the time and I met this wonderful man. We had so much in common, we talked for hours took evening walks around his home. We watched movies at his house. What I noticed is that we never "went anywhere" and it seemed at least to me that we were on the verge of something. I started asking going places with him and he balked.
Finally I wracked up the bravery and asked if we could make our relationship intimate. He said "you'd have to get me very drunk for me to sleep with you".

Me being stupid and having extremely low self esteem, kept on seeing him. Finally one day I did manage to get him drunk, but when his roommate walked in on us, he began to ask his roommate how he could help me loose my gut and my chicken wing arms.

Yes. It was after that experience that I decided that I needed to lose weight Now that I am almost under 200 (I have 4 pounds to go), I am definitely getting attention interest and even invitations to date.

I can only imagine, that if I was 100+ pounds lighter I would have probably married that guy, our connection was that intense. He was just extremely turned off by my weight.

The most recent last straw moments for me.

#1: A little backround I had my second sone 4 months ago & while I was pregnant My oldest son would put pillows & blankets up his shirt so he could look like Mommy w/ a baby in her belly. OK now after baby I don't gain much durring pregnancy so I came out thiner than I was when I got pregnant & the shirt stuff by my 4 year old stopped. Well over the last 3 months I am have gained 12 lbs & my 4 year old started putting pillows up his shirt again. I asked him why because Mommy isn't pregnant anymore & he says I know but I want to have a really full belly like you now.

And #2: I have had 2 csections & I am tired of having to worry about trying to prevent the heat rash I get in my fat fold where my incision is.

Having my baby girl (she's 5 months) and knowing that if she grows up with a weight problem it's 100% my fault because I am her example. Also, wanting to have more children and be a cute pregnant lady and not the overweight pregnant woman. I got up to 265 during my pregnancy, a weight I'd never been before, and it was just so depressing. Hating to be in pictures but realizing my daughter will hardly have any with her mom when she is little because I hate it so much... All these things mean I have to make a change NOW and for good.

Talking to my DD and she mentioned her weight ( she has just lost almost 60 lbs since the Spring ) to me and I had this moment where I was HORRIFIED when I realised I am 100 lbs heavier then her ( also 20+ years older but that is NO excuse ! ) and I have GAINED 7 lbs since she started her weight loss journey ( and no she does not live at home or even in the same town but she looks amazing everytime I see her ! I am so proud of her . ) The " tools " to get started are back on my counter and I have done a healthier grocery shopping ...........

I avoided pictures like the plague when I was at the heaviest, but you can't do when when you're a bridesmaid in your twins wedding. My twin and I used to always be the same weight, but somehow she always seemed more comfortable in her skin about it. Even when I knew I was heavy and couldn't physically do everything I wanted to, I had this mental image of being a smaller person. I had started casually exercising for myself about a month and a half before the wedding, but seeing those pictures was a wake up call to put some more serious effort into it. For several years I lingered around 230 and I kept telling myself I'd never go above 250, so imagine how I felt when I got back on the scale and saw 274. Ignorance was definitely not bliss.

It wasn't my last straw, but I met my boyfriend online too - he'd been a friend on and off for about five years and we both grew very close when we reconnected. We started dating online about two months before I even started dieting and exercising, because I needed the motivation to do it for myself and for no one else. I've always felt he's been one of the few people to really GET me (I'm an oddball geeky gamer girl!), but I was still so worried about his outlook on my weight even when he told me it never bothered me. I had already lost 50lbs before we met for the first time in May, we couldn't meet sooner due to financial reasons, but he was the first guy to truly make me feel beautiful in my skin did absolute wonders for my motivation. He's not a heavy guy, but now he's calorie counting with me. It adds a little extra spark!

My last straw:

September, became intimate for the first time with a guy I had been talking and going out with since June. He couldn't uh...."finish his performance", no matter what was tried. Afterwards, we kinda just laid there, in silence. Could tell something was wrong, even though I asked repeatedly, he continued to say it was nothing. Later that night, we were talking and he just let it out. He wasn't attracted to me, because of it. Because of the fat. In hind sight, I could tell he didn't like the way it felt when trying to grab parts of me or how it looked....can't blame him i guess. I cried the **** out of my eyes. Got up the next day brought a ish-load of water, and a good scale. And that is the beginning of the story that is now my weight loss journey.....