When Did It Finally Dawn On You That You Were Outrageously Overweight?

Due to its gradual nature, it can be difficult to assess the precise point at which your weight goes from normal to somewhat overweight to morbidly obese. To further complicate matters, the human brain is remarkably adept at inventing excuses to explain why we weigh as much as we do.

But at some point in the path toward morbid obesity, the excuses become so ridiculous that no one, not even you, can believe them. At this point the obese person realizes that they need to make significant lifestyle changes in order to lose the weight.

What triggered your ‘turning point’ in your personal struggle with obesity? What finally made you realize that your weight/food issues were too serious to ignore?

Thanks.

The day I was ambulanced to the hospital and was told I was in pancreatic keto-acidosis with a blood-sugar level of 541 (fasting normal is between 70 & 110). I woke up the next day with IVs coming out of both arms. Yes, it took something that drastic to do it for me.

I wasn’t morbidly obese, but at 5’7", 235 lbs. I was significantly overweight. Until my mid to late 30s my weight fluctuated between 170 and 180 and I never really thought about it. I went to the gym 3 times a week and jogged most nights after work, so even though I wasn’t eating particularly healthy I was burning off whatever excess calories I took in…of course caloric intake isn’t the whole story to one’s level of nutritional health, but hey, I was young and obviously smarter than everyone else.

Around the time I turned 40 I’d stopped going to the gym and rationalized my way out of jogging as much, then at all. I knew I was gaining weight but chose not to think about it. My weight began to creep up pretty quickly. Once I hit 200 lbs. I stopped looking at myself in the mirror. Over the next two years I gained 35 more lbs.

I knew I was unhealthy. I felt like crap. I wheezed walking up the flight of steps in my house, yet I kept eating. The more I ate, the worse I felt and the more I wanted to eat because I felt good when I ate, which made me feel like crap, and on and on and on it went.

Unfortunately, had it not been for my medical scare I am absolutely positive I would have continued eating 3000 to 3500 calories a day, and probably more as time went on. I would have continued with the McDonald’s 3 to 4 times a week, convinced that I had no time to eat properly. I would have continued with the Boston Market twice a week, fooling myself that this was healthy food. I would have continued with the Taco Bell, Papa John’s, Philly cheese steaks and Halo Pub ice cream every weekend, because…well because.

Yes, it took getting to the point where I had to give myself insulin shots four times a day and prick my finger to test my blood-suger so many times a day that it literally hurt to type, for the next few months to snap my head back on straight.

Over time my doctor has allowed me to add food items back into my diet, to where I now can have anything I want again. If I want a snack I have a snack, but instead of a whole sleeve of Ritz while watching a movie I have 3, and I pay really close attention to the sugar content of everything I want to eat. The trick for me is balance. If I eat something bad a little alarm goes off and I know I have to compensate by eating only healthy in my next two meals…not scientific but it works for me. I’ve cut out red meats completely, and cut way, way back on pastas potatoes and breads. I’m also back to exercising every day for at least 45 minutes…about 20 minutes of cardio on the treadmill, 20 minutes of strength training with free-weights, and situps/crunches to finish up…as much as I can do, yes, everyday. I find the time flies with this regimen.

I feel really, really good again. The only differences between now and 15 years ago is I scrutinize everything I eat now, which is a chore, I wont kid you, and I still check my blood-sugar at least once a day, just to be sure it’s in the range I want it (between 75 and 90), even though my doctor says I no longer have to.

This was a lifestyle change for me. Is it annoying? Sure. I’d love to eat a pint of Rum-Raisin ice cream in one sitting. I’d love to have six slices of Papa John’s pizza when I’m watching a movie. But, I’m totally freaked out by the prospect of where I’ll end up if I fall back into my old pattern. It’s a struggle, but I’m happy to say it’s gotten easier over time.

Bon appetit :slight_smile:

A complete stranger literally came up to me and called me fat.

That was a telling sign…

But I’m not outrageously overweight. I find your question rather unfair.

When did you stop beating your wife?

When that bitch started behaving.

Then the question doesn’t apply to you.

Exactly.

It never “dawned” on me. I knew. I never made excuses. I lived my life fully until my health started to be compromised (sleep apnea, high blood pressure, knee problems).

I had gastric bypass surgery in 2004 and regained my health.

VCNJ~

I once found myself alone in a hotel room with a girl I was very attracted to. We had just spent a day at the beach and she said we should return to my room for a while. So we went back, I took a shower, and when I stepped out, she was lying right there on the bed, smiling. I sat on a chair next to her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. That’s when she started a very interesting conversation about sex. After a few minutes, I somehow ended up lying on the bed next to her while the conversation continued. As we were just lying there, I couldn’t help but stare into those eyes. I told her she had beautiful eyes. I told her she was beautiful.

She smiled.

I found myself playing with her hair. I told her she was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.

She smiled again.

I said “You know, if only I…”.

That’s when she got it. That’s when she understood. Her smile was replaced by a look of complete horror and disgust. It was as though a warning siren finally lit up in her head, and she realized what I must’ve interpreted the events as. “Oh my god. Why does this always happen to me?!” she said simply.

I pulled my hand back. “You’re beautiful,” I said one last time. I tried to smile. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything.”

Yeah. That look. Think that’s when I decided it was time to change things.

The day I realized I couldn’t see the wedding tackle without a mirror.

Man, I got tears in my eyes reading this. :frowning:

Yep.

Maybe I am reading this wrong, but:

  1. she suggested you go back to your room.

  2. you took a shower and came out.

  3. she was lying on the bed.

  4. she started a conversation about sex

and was “horrified” to think you (apparently an overweight man) wanted to touch her sexually? Having been morbidly obese, it’s immediately apparent to people that is the case - especially if one has been (I’m assuming here) wearing bathing suits on the beach.

I’m sorry (again - if I’m misreading this, please correct me) that she was a nasty, on-leading shame to the female gender.

VCNJ~

hmm, you know how sometimes women have “gay friends” they can be very open with? I read that as he was her “fat friend” who some women use instead of a gay friend, never even realizing they can be sexually active people.

While I found that member’s post subtly moving, I too was confused as to the details of the event.

I’m open to all interpretations - happy to be corrected if needed.

At first blush - it just seemed very, very cruel on her part.

VCNJ~

OK, reply, now you need to live up to your screen name. When come back, bring details.

:slight_smile:

I interpreted Reply’s post as “She was beautiful and interested in me sexually but my weight prevented me from getting/maintaining an erection.”

I thought along those lines too, but was thrown by her “look of complete horror and disgust”- wouldn’t she have seen his size by that point already?

I had been a yo-yo dieter for 20 years, starting when I was a “fat” 140 lb high school sophomore. I would diet, lose some weight, stop dieting, gain the weight back, gain more weight, obsess endlessly over being heavy, feel like a loser, repeat the process. I weighed 200 lbs by age 35.

In 1999, I weighed 150 lbs and got a great new job. I love my job, but it’s very stressful and takes up a lot of my time. My job also has an awesome cafeteria. It was a combination of staying late at work and eating dinner out of the snack machine, not working out and basically just eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted (always the largest size of everything, too much pizza/fast food, big bowls of ice cream while watching TV, nachos and muffins, etc etc) - I ended up weighing around 200 lbs.

I spent a couple of years miserable with my weight - fantasizing and wishing I could lose weight. I knew I had to eat less and exercise more, but it just seemed like TOO MUCH WORK, I couldn’t get over my depression and unhappiness to make any kind of positive change.

I let myself go, quit wearing make up, quit buying clothes, I basically wore the same pair of size 18 loose fit Eddie Bauer jeans for 2 years. I let my hair go long and curly - I kept telling people I was planning to donate it to Locks for Love, but in my heart I knew I felt too unattractive to bother with my hair every day. I quit looking at myself in the mirror, or down at myself in the shower. I tried to make myself disappear.

In July of 2004, a couple of things happened. First, my size 18 jeans got tight. I couldn’t face the thought of buying size 20 jeans. Then, I was in a public bathroom and sat down and cut my outer thigh on a metal trash receptacle. I bled and I cried, I was too fat for a public bathroom (visions of seat belt extenders and being asked to get off a roller coaster flashed through my head). Finally, my mom insisted that I would come visit her for Christmas - she’s a naturally genetically skinny person, she had never seen me that heavy, I couldn’t bear to go to Texas and have her NOT mention my weight and talk around it for the entire visit. I was ashamed to go home.

I was in a bookstore and saw this book called Super Foods Rx: 14 Foods That Will Save Your Life by Steven Pratt. I was idly looking through it and what I read actually made me excited. The author thought that some foods were nutritionally more powerful than other foods - some foods could fight disease, maintain youth and prevent age-related brain degeneration (for the record, the super foods are blueberries, broccoli, beans, tea, walnuts, soy, oranges, tomatoes, pumpkin, yogurt, spinach, salmon, oats, turkey). The book was so exciting, I bought it - what happened next was pretty magical to me.

To me, “dieting” always meant a severe restriction in calories and attempts to be “perfect”. Two things always happened - I would restrict so much, my body would binge. I would feel like an out of control loser, a failure and just give up and return to my unhealthy eating habits **OR ** I would reach a goal weight and immediately return to the unhealthy eating habits that made me heavy in the first place.

When I decided to change my life, I carefully looked at my previous weight loss attempts to see why I kept failing. I noticed that I could lose weight but I could not keep weight off. This time, I concentrated on long term maintenance from from day 1. I had to give up that crazy idea I had been clinging to since high school - if you cut calories and lose weight, you can cut MORE calories and lose MORE weight. That fallacy is what made me go from a 140 lb high school student to a 200 lb 35 year old. Dieting made me fat.

I wanted this time to be different. No more being overly restrictive (no more 800 calorie days), no more diets that I would “start” and “stop,” it had to be sustainable. I needed a plan for what to do after I reached my goal weight.

I changed my life the day I bought the Super Foods book. I decided that day to completely change everything. I wanted to make changes to be healthier, to lose weight and most importantly to lose weight long term. I did not go on a diet, I changed my lifestyle - this is forever. Whole foods in, processed foods out, 5 veggies, 4 fruits, 2-3 dairy, 2-3 whole grain, 10 different super foods, protein with every meal, green and black tea every day, between 1400-1600 calories - I concentrated on what I should be eating. My goal is to eat whole, nutritionally powerful foods every day and avoid foods which are not good for me. I gave up the following foods forever - fast food, processed baked goods, sugary soda. I limit the following foods - booze, home made baked goods, fried foods.

I completely changed my mindset - I am not depriving myself, I am giving myself the gift of health. I now weigh 128 lbs. I went from a tight size 18 to a size 6. My waist went from 37" to 27", I lost 6" off each thigh. I have maintained my weight loss since March 2005. When I was heavy, I told myself a lot of lies - that it was genetics, destiny, big bones, that I was a “big girl.” The truth is - I was fat because I ate too much junk and didn’t exercise. Now that I don’t eat junk and exercise, I am a thin person. I wanted to “diet” for short term and then eat “normal.” I finally had to accept that my “normal” made me fat, I had to change my normal.

Changing my way of eating has given me so much more energy. I am constantly amazed by how good I feel, all the time. I have been sick one time since July 2004. When I was eating all that processed junk, I was drowsy and tired all the time. I used to fall asleep in my office every afternoon. I don’t feel that giving up processed foods is a deprivation at all, I feel amazing.

Sorry for the long post, after trying and failing for so many years, to be a successful maintainer for 2 years is nothing short of miraculous to me.