had a terrible day

I've been battling my weight for like 12 years now and my brother understands my troubles more than anyone. What he doesn't understand is why I can't stick to it...to be honest with you...I don't understand why I can't stick to it either. My entire life has been like that. Start something then quit within a month. Today he brought up my life in the future and told me that if I didn't do something about it NOW that I would become one of those bed bound people who haven't walked in 10 years and I just cried b/c he's right. I weight in today at 327.6...I'm only 19! I just keep thinking in another 20 years I could be 700 pounds!!!! When I think about my future I picture having children and lets just say I have a healthy beautiful child...I wouldn't be able to play with it. I can see my child looking up at me saying "mommy lets play please? Why won't you play with me?" I can't do that! Its time...its time to stop saying its time and not mean it. I can no longer live this lifestyle

At 19 I was 187 pounds-- and picked on daily for being obese. By 39, I was 368. I had to wait for my health to come crashing down upon me before I couldn't muster the strength and guts to do anything about it. You will do what you need to do when the motivation's enough. Until then, be gentle with yourself, and try to protect the good health you have.

Your post really hit home with me.  There were once six siblings in my family and only one brother, the eldest, among us..... now there are five. When I was in my late 30's at around 300 lbs, I watched my brother die due to complications of morbid obesity.  He's 16 years older than me.. so in essence, I watched my own death... and it wasn't pretty.  He was at about 650 when his body gave out. My brother tried to warn me... he showed me his difficulties.. he begged for me to do something about my health when all the while all I could see was HIS health deteriorating.. losing his mobility.. going from a once strong and healthy marine to a man who couldn't get his own glass of water....  the heartbreak is unbearable.  I grew up believing my brother to be unbreakable, the family strength.. and I loved him more than life itself.. and now he's gone.  When the depression from his loss began to lift, his words and thoughts and feelings began to sink in.  I just wish I would have done this while he was still alive to see it (although I have to believe he is still around me watching). I think your brother loves you very, very much... and he wants you to stick around.. and he wants you to be happy and unburdened... and he's telling you NOW before it becomes more difficult.  You're far from being past a point of no return.. you're so young and that youth is on your side... it might be time to use it to your advantage.  Do your research.. there are many, many ways to begin.  Seek support.. here, there.... everywhere you can.  You already know how difficult life can and will be.. the struggles, the discrimination, the detriment to your health... love yourself now and show your brother just what you're made of.  He only wants of you what you want for yourself...  think of your tally of pounds lost as an added measure of respect for his love for you. You can do this..  love yourself by giving your body what it needs to feel good and look forward to a very long and fruitful life, filled with love and laughter from those children you're going to have! You are in my prayers, dear one. Lori