Weight loss epiphany

[Biggles27]

This may have been covered before in which case I apologise

what was the moment at which you realised you had to lose weight? Did you have that moment or was it a slow build up

I bought a mid price dress (just over £100) for my nieces 30th. I thought I looked amazing and felt really good

Then I saw the photos My face was huge, so puffy and swollen. I was huge (size 24). I did not look good. I looked awful in fact. I looked and there literally no photos of me in existence from recent years. I’d been hiding the truth - I was morbidly obese

Ive been a weight loss journey for 4 years now, I’ve been the scenic route due to a lot of health issues (eg two cancer scares, thyroid meds not at correct level, serious anaemia etc) but I’m still chugging away. I’m 7.5 stone down so going in right direction just slowly

But I had a punch to the gut reality check and it was not a nice feeling

Well done. I get that self loathing The depression for over 20 years was crippling. I hear everything you say. Here’s to a better future xx

I’ve tried to reply to everyone individually but can’t keep up

Thank you for sharing your painful stories and your inspirational losses

I know that shame, that depression, that denial, that self loathing, the physical battles, the mental battles, the name calling and so on. The seatbelt extenders, the shame.

Everyone straighten your crown and be proud that you are turning your life around. Thank you for supporting each other and raising each other up

I had a thoroughly disgusting apron of skin after having my kids, and it hung down to my thighs. When I was sitting, it sat on top of my legs like a blanket. It made me feel sick every day, it was like having something alien attached to me.

I got made redundant and decided to have a tummy tuck with the money to fix it, but I had to lose at least two stone for the op. I lost that, then three more afterwards. I’ve probably put one back on over the years which isn’t ideal, but at least my body feels like my own again.

Having to care for my elderly in-laws made me realise I couldn't put my own children through having to do it for me.

5 stone down on MJ so far, had to stop while waiting for my gallbladder removal, once that's out I'll go back on it and hopefully lose another 2 stone and then see how I feel.

17 stone for me. Went to miller and Carter for my husbands 40th and the little cove we were in was 360 degrees mirrors. Just that moment really, it had been brewing for a while but I had just turned 17 stone and it felt like a number on the scale that I really didn’t recognise.

16 stone now. A long way to go. No injections. I’m currently very fit. Been training for a couple of months now so that’s made me feel better.

Even at 17 stone though I didn’t need an extender for flights and theme park rides I could easily get into. I actually do carry weight quite well, but that’s partly why I allowed myself to live in denial. At some point, you really stop “carrying it well” irrespective of how tall and wide your frame is.

My weight loss is going to take a while but I still feel a lot more in control. I haven’t binged since October and like I said, my fitness has really increased and my Fitbit stats are very good. Blood pressure is on the lower side of normal.

I did buy a blood sugar machine this week so need to work out how to use it and test the sugars. At least I no longer have my head in the sand.

If you can stay as long as possible on the lower amounts of monjroro it will save you money,when I started out on it ,providers advice was to move up the doses each month ,so I reached maximum dose quite quickly and obviously maximum cost ..
So if you can make it work for you on smaller doses ,it costs less

Also ,if you do decide to go on monjroro there is a fantastic thread on here ,on the weight loss injection board ,for people with 10 stone or more to loose,who are on monjroro.its a fantastic support

I’ve never been technically overweight but I’m petite, with small feet (size 3) and children wrist size, 5’3” so also quite short. I’ve been skinny all my life until I turned about 42-43.

My father has T2, I only know the willowy version of him from photos (he used to be a competitive dancer), he’s been obese since I can remember. I watched his health deteriorate rapidly, it was quite shocking to me how controlled diabetes damages the body, eyesight and cognitive function.

I love food and I always ate gigantic portions, for a tiny woman I can eat like an ox, so my weight started going up slowly.
Learning mindfulness around eating was really hard to be honest, much harder than I expected.

Try different groups. They are definitely not all the same and some are not great.
They made a big change in moving away from the crap about asking everyone their individual loss or gain (which was hideous and took hours)

Recently. I’m 13 1/2 stone and I’ve given 3 stone just in the last 2 years. My health hasn’t been great for a decade battling chronic fatigue and a serious autoimmune disease. It’s been crap. I’ve been diagnosed with mild heart disease etc and autism and ADHD.

DH and I are dieting but huge life changes. Healthy eating is a huge part of that

I bought a pair of size 22 jeans at the supermarket and couldn't do them up once I got home. I remember thinking "absolutely not".

I was nearly 20st and there were other issues as well of course. Back pain when walking. Avoiding looking in mirrors or at photos. Huffing and puffing up the stairs. Couldn't fasten the restraints on a rollercoaster etc. But those jeans were the point I remember clearly.

Got down to 9.5st eventually. Storied journey and have regained a few times but managed to catch it before it got too bad each time. Currently need to lose 1-2 stone but working on it.

I still have those jeans as a reminder. When I'm at target weight I can get inside one of the legs as I'm literally half the size I used to be.

I realised I didn't have any holiday photos with my DC, because I hated how they 'made me look' so much I deleted any that were taken. So if children ever wanted to look at photos of their childhood and all the fun stuff they did, it looked like DH was a single dad and there was not a trace of me.

I was a 16 and wearing stretchy shit, but was ar least an 18

Same.

My moment was when DH and I went out with five other couples and I was the fattest wife!

it seems to be very common to be in denial, stuffing ourselves into too small and/or stretchy clothes and claiming we are still size XX, even though this has not been the case for a while. When I started losing weight, it took quite while before I actually went down a size - because obviously I was not really the size I believed I was.

I haven’t been great at having my photo taken by others for a while, but the last 2 parent/child events at my sons school have been photographed and put on their Facebook, and they’re awful. The last one particularly so.

Walking around day to day I feel fairly comfortable in my body, but photos and mirrors have been the enemy for a while now.

I’ve also been to the doctors on and off for the last month, with insane fatigue and headaches etc, and they’re not happy to look at anything else until they’ve ruled out weight related issues. It’s probably the first time I’ve been to the doctors in about a decade, so that too was a bit of a rude awakening to say the least.

Blood tests showed I’m at the lower end of pre-diabetic, and I’ve got a liver scan tomorrow. I’m 36, so sort of feel like that’s all a bit earlier in life than I’d have liked and really feeling the consequences of being a chubster.

I started intermittent fasting and calorie counting last week - after I’d weighed myself and established I’m 3 stone heavier than I thought. First weigh after making those changes is tomorrow, hoping it’ll say something at least spurs me on to keep going.

I used to see photos of myself, or my reflection in the train window, or the ring doorbell and not understand how I looked like that, as It wasn’t what i saw in tne mirror.

i knew I’d gained, I just didn’t know how fat I looked, my face was bloated and puffy, my belly and boobs enormous, I was lumbering around, likely an 18, thinking I didn’t look more than a 12. It’s really odd how we kid ourselves.

and everyone is getting bigger. If all your friends and an average woman on the street are size 16 then you will start thinking you're almost skinny at size 14 :D

Wow! You have lost the equivalent of a toddler! Well done!

Mine, as a serial dieter, was not realising I was fat - I knew that - it was realising that alcohol was sabotaging my attempts to reach target. I would lose weight, get within a stone of target but then plateau for weeks on end and eventually give up and gradually regain the weight, reach the 'obese' stage and start the cycle all over again.

Giving up alcohol made a huge difference - I was in denial about how much sugar I was consuming through it, and also ignoring the crap I would eat when I had a hangover. I got past the usual plateau and reached my target relatively easily once the penny dropped.

For me it was my mum having a stroke. She’s really old so not that surprising but just witnessing such a quick change in her health and what it did to her life. Plus it meant spending more time than usual with my sister, who is older and fatter than me, and is becoming more and more ill and immobile because of her obesity. It was like seeing my own future. I was already achy and creaky and breathless and it just felt like if I didn’t do something urgently, it would be too late. So I gave up smoking and lost 6.5 stone over two years or so, now in the best shape of my adult life - the bar was pretty low though!

I am on a pretty even keel now after decades of dieting and regaining, but I do need to remember to make exercise a priority - it’s too easy to let it slip when I’m busy, but the positive effect it has on my energy, motivation and mental health probably means a net gain in time and I definitely feel so much happier. Which is weird for a PE dodger like me!

I was to busy replying to another poster on here ,to answer the ops question.
I got diagnosed with autism really late in life ,and suddenly my overeating all made sense ,I was sensory seeking when stressed and anxious and had got in to pattern of relying on crisps ..and that was partly what made my weight climb.
I gave them up ,and made the decision to start monjroro
,I was also horrified at how large I had become..being very very tall I also told myself I could get away with it ..the truth was far from that

I was in denial for years - dress sizes inching up - and then my size 16 "flattering" dresses getting too tight...
On holiday and nearly dying walking up all those steps at Tintagel Castle - I honestly thought I was going to collapse and I felt so fat and unfit. My family all just left me behind too - so humiliating. On holiday in Corfu and nearly dying walking up the steep hill to our villa. Looking a fright in a swimsuit on beach.
Had been at WW for years - losing that same stone or 2, then gaining it all back, plus a bit. Then I heard on the news that Oprah was quitting WW because she was on the jabs - so I just thought fuck it - I'm trying them too.
I've lost nearly 5 stone now and I feel absolutely incredible. I can't believe I let myself get into that state.

I got her expires. Lost 4 stone in 6 months. Have now gained a bit back due to various factors. I know how to lose it again though.