What was the straw that broke the camels back?

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What was the final straw that forced you to lose weight once and for all?

I've always been bigger and since I can remember have always been attempting to lose weight since the age of about 11, when really I wasn't that overweight at all.

So almost 20 years later I'm bigger than ever despite constantly starting and failing diets. I'm so uncomfortable in all of my clothes (I'm size 22) and am achey and tired all of the time. We've got our first foreign holiday booked next year and know I can't go looking and feeling how I do. Not to mention that I would probably need a seat belt extender for the plane. I feel such a terrible failure and role model to my children.

I have so many reasons to lose weight but, despite how utterly miserable I am, nothing seems to give me the push to get real and do something! Two close family members have recently been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes yet I'm still not getting serious

What was the final straw for you and what did you do to put the wheels in motion?

When the scales told me I was 20 stone...

20...
Twenty!!!
I still don't know how I got there. I'll never be back there though

I had slimmed to a size 8 am back up to a 14/16 and I want to be back at a 10

Diabetes. Only diagnosed last week but have lost 9lbs already. I'm seriously fucked off with the diagnosis even though I deserve it and it's my own fault. It's early days but you know when it's time, you just feel differently and I do. I'm determined to reverse it and this weight is coming off and healthily. No more pissing about.

Newspaper bit beside the point but how does a hard bed help?!

Today one of my lovely neighbours (who I may have a bit of an innapropriate crush on) said congratulation. I'm not pregnant.
It's really given me the kick I need to sort myself out.
I was doing really well after getting to a 12 post DS and horrible PND but injury meant I couldn't exercise for a few months and I'm currently a 16. Physio gave me the all clear to do some exercises today so now there are no excuses.

When my partner got into bed one night thinking I was asleep , grabbed my stomach and said for fucks sake, the state of that .
I'd been on Prednisolone for five years due to a tumor and was slowly losing the weight. I was a size 10 before and went to a size 16. I signed up at the gym the next day and didn't tell him for four months.
I'm now a 12 and hoping to LTB.

carbonMint that's heartbreaking!!! What an absolute fucker! I hope you can LTB soon, I'm sure that will make you look and feel 100 times better too.

I've never been properly overweight, but the things that have inspired me to try to lose that optimal 1-2 stone have been:

• like a PP, someone thinking I was pregnant and congratulating me (I was just wearing an unflattering dress that cinched in under my boobs, perfectly setting off my bloated stomach)

• catching sight of myself from angles I never usually see in changing room mirrors, especially when in state of undress and unflattering lighting highlighting my cellulitey thighs

...so basically I guess both are to do with pure vanity, or seeing myself through eyes other than my usual ones.

Good luck OP, whether it's for reasons of health, confidence, vanity or something else I hope you find the trigger you need to get going and keep going.

Being teased as a kid for having a fat mum. I don't want that for mine.

And it's the obvious descriptor of me. It's never 'the tall one', 'the blonde one', or 'the one with the grey dog', it's always 'the larger one', 'the fat one' or on the rare occasions I go for a meal with DH or friends, the unhealthy options are inevitably placed in front of me. Even DH has noticed and he is notoriously blind to such things because he's thin

Oh, and on an evening there is a group of lads with their souped up cars gathered outside in the car park at work. I have to walk past them to get to my car. Every time there is a load of shouting/laughing/name calling.

I'm there. I'm at that point where i'm thinking about it constantly. I don't hate my body, but i constantly catch myself thinking "you're better than this, you've let yourself go and there are no excuses any more"

Pain.
The doctor gave me a choice.
Major surgery on my knees or lose three stone.
I lost the weight, never needed the surgery and got rid of the pain.

Think of it as putting down a heavy bag every moment of every day.

And losing weight reduces your chance of dementia later in life.

A nurse at my practice asked when I was due, I wasn't.
That was the point I realised it wasn't just the way I was looking at myself (being too critical) but it actually was/is visible to others.

When I realised I had reached the same weight (non pregnant) as my highest point in my first pg. Then I gained and lost the same 1-1.5 stone a few times.

Early last year, when I was on a downswing for weight, and realised I'd plateau'ed, I decided I didn't want to be fat and 50. And I started reading MN weight-loss threads - initially joining the 'lose a stone' thread that was active then. Also, dragged kicking and screaming to MFP. And I lost it. Over about 9 months last year I lost 3 stone and have kept it off.

I started running 11 months ago, something I never thought I would do. It didn't really help the weight loss (that was changing my way of eating) but has changed my shape.

Today...... on the way into a kids birthday party with my daughter when she told me I was fat! Didn't even back track a bit when she saw the look on my face. She's only 5 but boy did it sting. Well still does. I know I've put weight on since we moved in October but her telling me was a smack in the face.

I've about 3 stone to loose to get to my target weight but will stop after 2 stone if I feel happy as I do have to be realistic! Absolutely gutted I won't lie, time to do something about it once and for all x

I turned 60. I realised there was nothing I could do about being old but I could do something about being fat and unfit! So I did.

I initially started due to a health scare.

Then my partner left me for another woman citing my weight as a reason. This caused me to fall back off the wagon.

Then about a month ago I received abusive messages from the woman he left me for, one of which called me a fat slimy bastard and I fell to bits a little bit. It made me realise how much I let myself go and how little I think of myself for her comments to affect me so much.

So the last couple of weeks I've been 100%. I know I need to do this for my mental health and my confidence.