What was your trigger?

I have dozens of triggers and they all need to be bothering me to actually get my fat rear end doing something

Family - my father has said numerous times he would die a happy man if me and my borther were a healthy weight. (my dad is 62 and healthy, but he worries)

Women - "what if all the girls that ever like me are not the kidn of girls that i like" i enjoy curvy women but the women i attract are either married or bigger than me. I cant be with a woman i cant pick up, call me shallow, but i would love to date a woman that is HWP. Again, i love curvy chics, dont want a stick, just dont want to date chris farley

health - i get out of breath tieing my shoes.

Clothes - i may be the most metrosexual man on the planet, but dress like peter griffin. nothing fits me, i want to wear diesel jeans, burberry dress shirts and aldo shoes but they dont make fat dude clothes.

Not fitting comfortably on airline seats

Turning 30 in may
 
I got called out by my brother more than anything. Kept talking about losing weight, but my brother told me to quit being such a whiner about being fat if I was just going to sit around and eat pizza all day.
 
RollUpAndShine said:
sick of people telling me that outfits look "flattering" i JUST WANT TO BE FLAT
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LOL! Love this!

Anyway, my trigger was last March when the supermarket cashier called me up to the front of the line. It was the "pregnant moms xpress lane". I was so confused for a minute- but then I realized that I looked pregnant.
I was so ashamed that I didn't say anything. I just stuck out my fat stomach even more and tried to look like I had a large bun in the oven.

I knew at that moment that I couldn't take any more. I looked so terrible. My marriage seemed to be dissolving....I needed to make a radical, basic change in many things.

And I'd start with myself....

I went home, threw out the tunic i'd been wearing (which I'd told myself looked "flattering" LOL before I left the house) and started a low-cal diet with exercise.

I can't believe that I'm officially now at a "normal" bmi of 24.9. 64 lbs gone!!!
 
Way too many

Clothes. Clothes. Clothes. Clothes. I love fashion. I follow blogs, read the magazines, keep current with what's in and not (i just love it!) and yea, I would love for my clothes to hang loose on me like they do on models. Not loose, as in, an x-small fits like a large, but I just want them to fall nicely over me, like have a certain flow, ya know?!

My mom calling me fat...not even to my face, but whispering it to a friend over the phone. Woot.
 
Hitting 30 and realising for the first time since adolescence that I wasn't ugly but actually good-looking and should make the most of these fleeting years when it counts. Heard my dad telling my mum that if I lost just a few stone I would look absolutely hot and it was the first time I'd ever heard him describe me that way. That motivated me to draw up a plan of weight loss. I'd done many before but never followed through. I prayed over this one and ingrained in it all my hopes and dreams and even though the night before I was due to start I had a major emotional set-back, I couldn't find it in myself to wreck my plan this time since I had grown so hopeful over it. So I continued. Along the way some relatives and friends of mine developed cancer, one of them in her early 40s, and seeing what it's done to her parents has spurred me on to a healthier lifestyle so my folks don't have to go through that with me. I've lost 7 kg so far and developed greater spiritual strength to deal with life's problems without resorting to food. Next week I'm taking my first bellydancing class and it's a turning point as I've been planning to do it for months but didn't feel confident or fit enough. I've always been a dancer and it sucks doing it when fat. Hopefully this will be one more continuing motivation to stay on track.
 
I sincerely wish I had a moment of clarity that I could pinpoint and call my breaking point, but I simply don't.
In mid-June, my mom asked me if I wanted to join Weight Watchers with her when she returned from her trip to Jamaica, and I told her (grumbling all the way, of course) that I'd do it with her, figuring I'd fall off as I have so many times before.
And for whatever reason, it just stuck this time. Maybe its because I wasn't ready until then.

For me, it's been more about the non-scale victories that keep me going...
of course seeing the numbers on the scale go down is wonderful, but what almost feels better is stuff like fitting into my graduation dress again, getting compliments at work, etc.

There is a very heavy history of diabetes in my family, so reaching the weight that I had put me at an incredible risk for Type 2. My mom had been concerned about a dark circle formed around my neck, because she'd recently been told by her doctor that that is a potential sign of diabetes.
Mom and I were out running errands a month or so ago, and she started to cry out of nowhere, and said, "That dark circle you used to have around your neck is gone now. If I don't lose even one more pound on this diet, it'll have been worth it 100%, because you're doing so well for yourself."

That's what keeps me going.
The only reason I'm a strong person at all is because of my mother.
 
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