What was your Wake Up Call?

Wild Vulpix

Wild Vulpix

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Most of us have known well before hand that we needed to lose weight, but for whatever reason, we didn't act upon it. Until we had our own wake up calls that made us decide that we WILL do this. So what was it that pushed you over the edge to seriously start losing weight?


For me, the first time I was trying to lose weight is easy to identify: I had an e-boyfriend who was coming to visit me. Through our many conversations, I was able to conclude that he, like many guys, wanted a smaller girl. I knew that before he was attracted to a 90lb, short girl, and... I wanted to be that. I didn't want him to be disappointed with me. I wanted to be, not only accepted, but someone he could brag about.

I didn't get there though. I reached 140lbs (27.3 BMI) and ended up moving down there for the summer. My diet was put on hold, as he constantly took me out to eat and I enjoyed every minute of it.


Several months later, we're still together. Yet, I found myself totally unwilling to get up or out of bed many days, and god forbid, leave the house. Wiggling into my pants was more of a pain, for some reason, so I tried forgoing them. In fact, I would take them off immediately once I got home, because they were so tight and uncomfortable. I felt more uncomfortable with myself, and would make my boyfriend leave the room if I wanted to change clothes or something, and all I wanted to do was hide. I think that was my wake up call--now I wanted to lose weight for ME. I think a lot of my anti-social behavior has to do with fearing judgment about my physical appearance; I hope weight-loss cures this and makes me more confident. After all, what's more important: Looking in the mirror and being told that that's sexy, or looking in the mirror and KNOWING that's sexy?


So what about you? What kicked you to start losing weight?
 
Wow, good luck with your weight loss and thank you for sharing your story.

I've been in the same situation as you, where I would take off my pants as soon as I got home because they were so uncomfortable. I've even wore pants so small that I would tear them....woops.

I was out of town visiting some friends in another country and I had to come home....35 pounds heavier than when I left. As you know, since you're a shorty, too....35 POUNDS IS A LOT when you're short! I was nearly obese.

I came home and whooped my butt into shape. In two months, I was back to a normal, healthy weight.

This time around....I didn't really have any kind of wake up call....I'm just doing it to be happier with my body. I want to look good in a bikini this summer.
 
Mine was Easter Sunday. I had just bought some new dress pants and had them altered to fit my short legs. I have always made sure to get the kind with the hidden elastic in the waistband. Well, these pants maxxed out at a 42inch waist with the elastic stretched. I was MISERABLE that whole day. I had to squirm to get into them, and finally told myself that after this past weekend, that was it. Playtime is over. I have hit the gym, although only once so far, and have drank my weight in water versus cokes and tea. I have cut my meal portions in half, and drink water to make me feel full, and eat an apple or grapes as opposed to cookies. So far it is working!
 
the fact that i had a walk-in closet full of clothes, most of which i couldn't get into if i wanted to. and i didn't want to get dressed...it was uncomfortable to be nicely dressed in jeans and a top because i didn't look good in it, so i'd rather wear a t-shirt and sweatpants...to the point where my mom would freak out cause i'd refuse to get dressed up to go out somewhere, even though i'd have to.

after i got down to 130 from 157, i pretty much got rid of all my 'fat' clothes. now all the clothes i have right now, my 'skinny' clothes, are a bit tight since i've gained 10 lbs, but i refuse to buy anything bigger because if i do, i won't lose the weight.

blahh, the battle of the bulge...will it ever end!
 
my wake up call was in an ER room at 6 in the morning at about 640 lbs and the nurses running around trying to get IV's in me and telling me they dont know why i am not dead right now...with my blood sugar reaching almost 700 and my blood pressure through the roof i was sweating and shaking cuz i was cold and vomiting black....honestly knew i was on my death bed....God spared my life and gave me another chance
 
I looked naked into the mirror. Then went to take some pictures. I looked at them and realised that what I was looking at was disgusting. It wasn't me, just a pile of digusting, horrible fat. I realised that it was what everybody but me could see every day, and I didn't want to be like that anymore.

Now, 100 lbs later, I still feel the same way. But it seems that the people around me have started to see something different.

Go figure. ;)
 
Going to my parents 50th wedding anniversary in sweat pants. That was my trigger mechanism. My clarity came in the form of discipline like no other time in my life. I never looked back.
 
I was 17, almost 18 and my doctor told me if I didn't do anything that I would have to be put on blood pressure medication. I couldn't see myself letting that happen.
 
The only time I have needed to lose weight is after having children. My motivation has been them. I kept this on my mind while I was pregnant and kept active and ate only the best foods.

Immediately after having them I got back into exercise and continued healthy eating. It took me a couple of weeks to get back to my healthy weight.

I just continue to use my children as motivation for my exercise and healthy eating as I always want to be a good role model and be able to play and give them the best.
 
I lost a lot of weight after my pregnancy but never finished losing all of it because we were in the middle of moving. Then I gained 10 pounds and decided to lose that weight and the rest of what I needed to lose because it's spring and theres no more heavy coats to hide the weight lol.
 
My wake up call was when I realized that I've been alone for a long, long time. I was really confused as to WHY though, so, I took some personal inventory...

Selfless? Check.
Sensitive? Check.
Dedicated? Check.
Responsible? Check.
Romance? Check.
Sense of humor? Check.
Faithful? Check.
Supportive? Check.
Comforting? Check.
Hot body? Nnnnnnnnnnnno.

So, I knew I had to do something if I wanted to NOT spend the rest of my life all alone. Oh, I'm also really out of shape and realized that I need to get healthy too. Because, if I want to have a family, I need to be able to physically be there for them. So, I need to lose weight for them. "Them", being hypothetical at the moment, but...eh, you get it.

San said:
I looked naked into the mirror. Then went to take some pictures. I looked at them and realised that what I was looking at was disgusting. It wasn't me, just a pile of digusting, horrible fat. I realised that it was what everybody but me could see every day, and I didn't want to be like that anymore.

Now, 100 lbs later, I still feel the same way. But it seems that the people around me have started to see something different.

Go figure. ;)
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You should probably show me those pictures. I think you need a second opinion. :Angel_anim:
 
just like kimmy, 30+ pounds on a short girl is a heck of a lot of weight. I realized my body mass was going to the --type 1 obesity-- rather than overweight. also I am not confortable in my clothes and I always struggle to find a decent pair of jeans, I said it is enough, my money is worth the same as others so why can't I buy clothes?

health is also into it because more than ever my legs hurt for the lack of exercise and poor circulation. it was a combination of being tired of an unhealthy lifestyle and wanting to feel and look better for myself.
 
ChefChiTown said:
You should probably show me those pictures. I think you need a second opinion. :Angel_anim:
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You know, Chef, if I didn't like you, I would probably do that. But as it is, you seem like a nice person, so I would never do that to you. They aren't nice, believe me....you'd lose your eyesight, and probably any interest in women for the rest of your life! :ack2:
 
I had managed to stay at a 38 jeans size for a long time, and moving up to size 40 I thought it a nice round number for a curvy girl... When those started getting tight, I REFUSED to buy higher than size 40 (because now I was in the "big ladies' " section in the shop :(

That was when I joined a weight-loss group. I started about a year ago, and lost 15kg. I hit a schlump over Christmas and gained back 5kg, but now I am rwady to tackle that last 10kg or so. I started running seriously this year January, and that will seriously be helping with my weightloss now!
 
Wahoo I like this thread!! Great idea!!

-I have a great big muffin Top
-Snide comments from parent's
-Feeling a lack of energy, going up a few stairs put me to seated position whilst trying to re-gain breath
-Getting Constant Wedgies From My Panties
-Looking like a bloated whale in pics, actually having to pose a certain way for pictures
-Bad Skin
-Not Being Able To Wear Most - All Of My Clothes
-Health Concerns

*ahem* No Particular Order Here. ;)
 
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My wakeup call?

Well,

For me it was coming to China 5 years ago. For the first 2 years I was the fattest person in the country, or at least I thought so. People stared like I was painted bright neon pink. But even that wasn't the kicker.... That came when I got too used to an easy life and the very cheap cost of living (ie cheap beer and snacks) and gained 60 pounds more than my already WAY to heavy weight.... So much so I had to contact my mom on MSN and get her to send me bigger size clothes from Canada because I simply could not find the clothes in my size here..... ANYWHERE!!!!! Even when I humbled myself to shop at the "Fat People Shop" (that's the actual name, check the pic here Picasa Web Albums - Sirant - Before and After) I still couldn't find my size.......

The final straw was doing a ukulele/signing performance in front of over 1000 of my coworkers, wearing my regular work clothes and tie, just to hide how badly the buttons on the shirt sent from Canada were bulging........ After seeing the sweat and bulge in the videos on pictures the next day I knew I had to make a change....... If youtube wasn't blocked here I would find and send you the link. I was soooooooooo embarrassed and unhappy

Since that day it hasn't been easy, and I have slipped and fallen MANY times.... But I have knocked 70 pounds off that grand total, 110 pounds off my all time high, and not looking back.

I live in a sub tropical climate, meaning screaming hot more of the year than slightly cold.... I used to sweat thinking about doing something that would make me sweat. Now I am better than the locals. They sweat and are uncomfortable on those crazy hot days, yet my fit and happy body soaks it up without a bit of suffering at all.....

It's a pity it took me 40 years to find my wake up call. I sincerely hope with all my heart and soul all of you find it much sooner. It is so worth the blood sweat and tears. And trust me, from the littlest girl to the most mammoth boy, there WILL BE blood..... Sweat..... and TEARS!!!!!!

But it will all be worth it.. Trust me.

sirant
 
Mmm...I always was unsatisfied with my body but my main trigger was realizing that my mother who was pregnant still weighed about 20 pounds less than me. hahah

Still battling tho...gained about 8 pounds, trying to work up the motivation to get it off. =/

But pretty much been at goal weight for almost 2 years now =)
 
-I muffin-topped all my pants
-My shorts from summer didn't fit, I nearly busted them when I went to FL
-Not being able to bend over comfortably and tie my shoes SUCKED
-Being short of breath from walking up a flight of stairs SUCKED
-Looking at my pictures from when I was 15 and skinny...SUCKED
-Sitting down at my computer and being able to REST MY TORSO ON MY BELLY...SUCKED
-Looking at my fat rolls
-Feeling like crap after I stuffed my face with greasy food, soda, and beer
-Suffering acid-reflux-like chest pains, which have since stopped since getting fit(ter).
-Seeing my man-boobs through my own shirts which USED to show my pecks.
-I'm short (5' 6") for a guy, and beginning to show balding, I don't want to be short, bald, AND fat.
-Not getting the "look" from the ladies anymore SUCKED
-My ex-gf was 2 inches shorter than me, and weighed in at 100 lbs...I was MORE than twice her weight.
-I have a ghetto-booty...and I'm a white guy...

-LAST OF ALL: Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find pants that are size 38" with a 29" inseam? Its almost IMPOSSIBLE!
 
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