What was that thing that finally tipped you over the edge, from wanting to lose weight but being kind of half hearted, to being sick of your weight and shredding it?
I can remember one day something clicked in my head - I have no idea what triggered it lol - but I realised that I was the one making the bad choices. I somehow got a sense of being the only one holding myself back because I was always lying to myself and making excuses as to why it's all too hard.
One day I woke up and decided I was going to do it and stop making it such a big deal and I did. It sounds so silly but I really was the only one holding myself back - I just needed to stop blaming everything else and take some responsibility.
I wish I knew how that happened coz I would totally write a book if I did lol
Looking at my sister thinking how badly she needed to lose weight. A week later seeing a picture of us side by side & realising i was the fatter sister. Kicked me right into gear joined weight watchers the very same day & stuck with it.
Goodluck on your weight loss journey while its tough its worth it when u see/feel ithe results
I yo-yo a bit, but quite a few things motivate me, like knowing my dad has type2 diabetes, that I want to be healthy for my kids, that I am not getting younger, seeing photos of myself at Christmas when I thought I looked ok but actually looked 5 mths pg, and knowing that I feel 10000% percent better when I am exercising regularly and at a lighter weight.
Good luck hun - the Diet and Weight Loss chatter thread is great - a bit quiet at times but there is always someone around to cheer you on and motivate you. xoxo
I was staring down the barrell of IVF, trying ttc # 2 and just getting unhealthier and unfitter. I started exercising then thought why the heck am I doing all that exercise but still filling my body with crap?! I then thought of food as fuel.... I was living to eat not eating to live ITMS?
I don't know. I was asked this last week and I feel like I should know, but I don't. I feel like I am 'there' this time... but I'm not sure why. Maybe just the fact that I am heavier than I have ever been (but that has been progressively the case for the last few years) - it's impossible to ignore it anymore.
I saw a pic of myself. I have never liked the way I look in pics, so much so that I never actually look at the pic. I just shrug it off as been another bad pic of me. But the most recent pic, I actually looked at it, I looked at the way I looked, I saw what others saw. And I did not like it one bit. I realised that I dont like the current me, and I need to change that.
Also as I get rid of the stresses in my life, I am losing weight, I know that I am happier without the stress in my life, and with that I am losing the weight that was caused by those stresses.
When DD was 4 months old I said to myself 'enoughs enough, you look awful and feel terrible'. I lost 20kg, and looked skinny. Then got UTD again, was put on bedrest for 4months and gained 30kg.....i've got 10-12kg more to go, but i'm where you're at now. I need to find that 'thing' to make me determined and discipline....I need to commit, yet im commitment phobic......crikey!
I'm not sure of the moment... but the thing that set me off wanting to look better was after DH's Christmas work dinner last year... I knew I didn't want to be the frat, frumpy wife next year, so here I am 14kg down and still going strong. Really it was a number of things, but picturing myself looking nice in a dress at this year's Christmas work dinner is pretty good motivation.
Visualising having success and feeling accomplishment with small goals, like Sterla touched on, thats how you do it properly.....now I/we have to do it!!
Paramount was seeing what a dead, over weight body looked like, what happened to it...No dignity there.
I saw some pictures of myself, and I realise I hate having pics taken with the girls because I look so horrible. THAT is sad.
My wedding photos were a big one too... I was at my largest ever, not the smallest I wanted - dreamed - of being on my day. Sucked.
Then it was a matter of mindset. No more excuses, because you aren't foolling anyone else, just yourself. So what is the point?
I was a size 6 once. *le sigh* I'll be happy with being a 10 now...half way there!
My brother called me to tell me his wife was pregnant after a year of trying. In the same phone call he told me his dr said he would like die of his diabetes or some other obesity-related illness before his unborn child reached adulthood. My son Charlie was only 2 at the time. That was the day I decided to get the lapband, and the day I started exercising.
Wanting to be able to buy cool vintage clothes at op shops and markets.
Wanting to be hotter than someone who'd been nasty to me (more than one someone, actually. It was a good way to channel negative emotions)
Then I just had fitness goal after fitness goal, wanting to swim further, cycle faster, whatever.
I actually kept an exercise book, and one page of it was my reasons for losing weight. There were about 20, I added a new one whenever I thought of it.
I also had a page that I called "Sources of Joy" and whenever there was a moment of triumph, I wrote it on that page. Stuff like fitting into a size 12, getting a compliment at a do, I kept it specific. Then whenever I had a crappy day and was tempted to comfort eat, I looked at that page instead. AND I also kept a page that had a list of low-impact indulgence foods.
seeing a photo of me and my kids. and i looked 6mths prg. 8 months post birth.
i went from 97kg to 68. now im back around 71, but i saw a photo of me and realised i need to lose it again and more. i want to feel good, i want to be the hot younger wife for DH and be able to run around with my kids and most of all - i need to be fit to care for DJ. hopefully i might get back into a 14 comfortably rather then having an epic muffin top. and i also want to wear vintage clothes with out the extra lumps and bumps.
When it comes to Vanity I know I can still look good regardless. And I know the things I don't like now, won't make a difference to my body image when I'm smaller. I'll just find something else to pick on. We always do. That's pretty much a rewriting issue not a weight issue.
But the number one reason as corny as it is....
I want DH to be able to pick me up and throw me around in play.
I know I've still got a great deal of my Journey to go but this is what kick started it for sure
No "this is it" moment this time around. For me it is health, vanity (yes I want to be able to wear nicer clothes and look great in them), comfort etc. I suppose also my impending 40th is almost here. I want to be fab for that. Last major birthday I was fab for was my 21st
I suppose I got a little bit more inspiration this time around with the 1MKC, just something new, something a bit different to the same old thing I was doing that was not working that well.
What was your 'why'?
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