At what point did you know? (Rock bottom)

Peach, did you ever find one of those belts? Just curious while I wait for my surgery, thinking that might nice to have for a while

You may inspire your hubby, yet.

Very interesting and good topic !  As you can see, so many different ah hah moments!

mine came when I spent 3 months with hubby and friends in the mountains in Italy....I couldn't walk even up a little hill to our rented house, I couldn't walk down the stairs of the house there without holding on with both hands and I realised that at 66 years old, I would be wheelchair bound in a couple of years and my husband and daughter would be my carers....Scared the £:&?-' out of me.....and then I went home and saw my Dr for a sinus infection and he took one look at me and said....I have the name of a great bariatric surgeon you need to see....and 16 months later.....145 pounds lighter......size 26 to a 4, 67 years old....I am running up the stairs, out walking my husband and friends and shopping for clothes like crazy!

GREAT eurika moment....BEST OF MY LIFE

Thanks for asking!

Joan

My moment came in 2012. I was 41 at the time, and was at my highest ever weight. My right knee was in constant pain. I was just completely miserable in my own body. My blood pressure was creeping up, my blood sugar was heading toward being diabetic, and my family history with HBP, diabetes, heart attacks, and strokes was no bueno; both my father and one of my sisters had heart attacks at 43 years of age, and my brother has high blood pressure as well. I felt like a walking timebomb.

It was mostly the thought of having a heart attack at a relatively young age that sold me on the surgery.

Oh gosh, my rock bottom came in a series of three during a week of vacation.  I broke a toilet seat.  I cannot tell you the embarrassment of calling the rental company for them to come and fix it.  Talk about being ashamed.  My father, who is 61, could lap me while out for walks.  And lastly, I was laughing so hard at something that I hyperventilated.  My immediate thought was- I'm having a heart attack/stroke.  I'm 31- that shouldn't be my first go to thought.  That following day, I called the office and set up my appointment.  I'm excited for the journey ahead.   

For me, it was when I finally made the decision to leave my husband.  I knew I had to be physically independent to live on my own, and at the weight I was, there were certain things I simply couldn't do on my own or were terribly difficult.  (For example, putting on socks required a bizarre form of acrobatics.)

I'd been contemplating the surgery for some time, and that decision to separate just sealed the deal.

Now, 44 pounds lighter, I am physically independent-  and I should be out of the our apartment and in my own by the end of the month!

Definitely an NSV,

-LB

Congrats, LB!

I was having terrible pain and nausea after eating fatty foods. I was convinced it was my gallbladder, so I went for an ultrasound. The ultrasound came back showing everything was fine except my liver was enlarged due to fatty deposits. That is when I learned about non-alcoholic fatty liver disease and realized I had to change my life. Before that, I thought I was "healthy fat." I've since realized that I was probably suffering from silent GERD for years, so I am very happy with my decision to have RNY because it resolved the frequent stomach issues I dealt with for as long as I can remember.

There were several key moments but there are two stand out moments.

I had to fly from Ohio to San Diego by myself and I was scared to dealth to move incase I bumped the people beside me. I didn't want to be the fat person taking up half their seats. I love to fly and I was miserable the whole time. It was really the first time I realized my size had deprived me of something I enjoyed. 

Right after I had my 18 month old I was diagnosed with a rare potentially fatal but reversable when caught heart condition. Seeing your mortality in all its glory is very sobering. Seeing it when you have a new baby is life changing.

Mine was a series of things. I was morbidly obese, had high blood pressure, was a breast cancer survivor, was watching my blood sugar creep up and was starting to have pain in my knees. I took a long look at what I wanted the rest of my life to look like. What did I want to accomplish? How did I want to age? What activities did I want to do? Then I asked myself if I could achieve my goals if I kept doing what I was doing. The answer was a resounding, "no."  I knew at that point I had to do something big to get big results. I made an appointment with my PCP the next day to get the ball rolling. Best decision of my life, and I am so grateful.