I got fat over the course of a year due to being a miserable pie-eater.
I separated from DH after he had an affair when DS was 4mo. By last Christmas a year had gone by and I was starting to slowly pull myself around. I had a horrible realisation that my eating really was out of control. I didn't eat proper meals, just constantly snacked on crap.
I realised that I hated how I looked. That I'd confounded my problems by letting myself get fat. I wore baggy clothes, hid in the corner on the rare occasions I went out, and dreaded the thought of bumping into people I knew in the street, avoided photos at all costs. I decided I was sick of feeling ashamed of how I looked.
I have two really important weddings this year and I was dreading tying to buy outfits for them. The last wedding I'd been to DS was 3mo, I looked slim and felt fantastic. That realisation hit me square in the face.
I bought some scales in the january sales and the next day, whilst building up the courage to actually stand on them, I saw a thread on here. The OP had stood on the scales and felt like shit. The timing just fell into place and The Chiefs were formed!
Since jan I've lost 3 1/2 stone, I'm slimmer than I've been in years and feel great. I've got another stone and a half to go and I'll reach my target. Then I'll be the same size I was 14 years ago!
Our, admittedly cheesey, motto is "Losing weight is hard. Being fat is hard. Chose your hard."
My personal motivation, sent by a friend, is "Reach for the stars. You won't even get close but you need the exercise fat ass."