What was the final thing that you encountered that made you say this is enough? I have had numerous.

1. Leaving a wife and 2 sons, Husbandless and fatherless.

2. Not being able to get on amusement park rides with my sons.

3. Not being able to take my wife to a concert, because i could not fit in a seat.

4. Avoiding restuarant,movie theaters and sports complexes with tiny seats.

For me, walking through a a department store and some little child looking at me like im a alien had to be one the hardest things.

Respectfully,

Joe

I couldn't wipe my bum without being a contortionist

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Where did my story go? I just typed for 5 minutes and now I can't find it

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Same happened to me, I finally found time to type something up and then as i tried to post it all was gone, and I spent good 30 min on it, lol. Not sure what happened but I don't feel like typing it all again, an "auto save" feature would be useful...

A cross between being asked if I'm pregnant or planning on having another baby and not being able to take my so to soccer becaise my weight has caused me back pain/spasms and just not liking what I see in the mirror.

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my finale straw was when I was dancing with my friends in a party, and suddenly my knee felt like it was tearing of my leg; I couldn't move at all.. I was crying with pain and the looks in the eyes of pritty was too much for me.
they had to hold me back to my seat . I spent the whole evening watching my friends dancing and it felt like those who are seeing the world from there wheelchair by choices they did to their selves..
that was a big sign that I become too fat, it didn't matter how good was I at dancing..
one day I might give it up for my fatness..
that does it to me...

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Hurting a lot and listening to my knees sounding like rice krispies every time I sat down.
That and going to the drive in movies and feeling the camping chair slowly bend closer to the ground until it wouldn't close up any more.
We wanted to go to Six Flags before school starts but I got so depressed thinking about walking, riding and just sitting while everyone had fun, we decided to cancel. And that depressed me even more. We cancelled a mini vacation because of my weight.
Been toying with the idea of WLS, but I just got sick and tired of being sick and tired, you know?

I do understand about the knee thing...[emoji21]

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You know that last step in teaching a kid to ride a bike, where you take the training wheels off and hold their bike steady at the seat while you run along with them? I couldn't run more than 25 or 30 feet before getting winded. The guy next door helped my son and was there next to him when he finally took off on with no training wheels.

Well, that and the two days the elevator was down at work. I work on the fourth floor and had to climb one floor higher so I could sit where no one I work with could see me while I caught my breath before stepping out onto our floor.

All of the above! I'm not there yet but this straw can't bend much further.

On ‎9‎/‎3‎/‎2017 at 1:52 AM, SEAHAWKS FAN! said:

All of the above! I'm not there yet but this straw can't bend much further.

I went to my first orientation meeting with the NSMC Weight loss program 5 years ago. When I was leaving the surgeon asked me if I had any questions ... I said I don't think so - I am terrified right now... He said and I will never forget it... You aren't ready... when you see and hear this and it doesn't terrify you - You are ready... and he was right... this is such a tremendous opportunity for me to restart my life... it is not the easy way out by any means... good luck to you - you will know when and if it is right for you when it happens..

1. Cinema seats squeezing me extremely tightly at some cinemas. i.e. enduring pain to see a movie.

2. The last 75-80 times on a plane having to ask for a seat belt extension.

3. My nine year old grandson asking (innocently) why I wobbled when I walked with him. (2013-4)

4. Realising that in 24 years, I could do little to beat an OBVIOUS addiction to foods that was just too hard for me to deal with.

5. And finally, my son-in-law having the surgery 26 months ago and dropping from 208kg (462 pounds) to 100.5kg (224 pounds). If he can beat food addiction and failed dieting, so can I.

On 18/07/2017 at 7:20 AM, julsfit said:

I couldn't wipe my bum without being a contortionist

This was the next fear growing in my mind. Another morbidly obese person mentioned it about herself then I saw it on the TV program, "Fat Doctor".

For me it was combinations of many things that made me think I have to lose weight to be able to enjoy life again: diabetes diagnosis was bad, starting to take blood pressure meds was bad, not being comfortable in the movie theater seats was awkward, being unable to keep myself clean was awful, getting dressed took me about 30 min and I was sweating while doing so, getting any clothing over my foot was a huge effort and required me to be in a certain position to be able to manage it, my shower chair can only hold the weight up to 300 lb and I didn't want to use it worrying it will brake under my body one day, using CPAP was neither comfortable nor practical but I had to, and what worried me more was my son being scared of me when seeing me wear it, increasing foot, knee and back problems were starting to be a growing worry, but what got me over the line was one other fact regarding my son.

He is autistic and rides the small bus to school, which means I have to get up on it and buckle him in. One day last year they changed the actual bus and this one had very little room in the aisle between the rows of seats and I had to squeeze myself sideways through them all (my son favored to sit on the very back of that bus). I thought to myself I cant wait till I wont be able to make it between those seats.

Now as the new school year started and I am about 2 months after surgery I can fit between them just fine, I already put some of the older clothing away, diabetes was gone before I got back home from the hospital, I'm taking only half of the blood pressure med but I think at the next visit my doc might take me off of it completely due to pretty low pressure now (106/68), I can get dressed like everyone else, including clasping my bra without magic tricks, NO MORE CPAP ,saw Dunkirk in IMAX theater and enjoyed the movie immensely, not only cause it was a great movie but also cause I was really comfortable and sipping my drinkable greek yogurt while others chowed down their movie foods. I walk daily, about 30 min and I pay very close attention to how much and what I eat, and I see myself changing, and being happy, really enjoying life again. I still have knee and back pain, and I will deal with them when I lose more weight. Also thinking to sign up at local gym fro the winter months. The changes I see are not only in my body but also of my mindset, and the weight gone (about 60 lb now) really inspires me to do more, be better, smarter and healthier. I even started cooking at home LIFE IS GOOD

I wish I had time to read every single answer here. I've read a lot & feel better knowing I'm not alone. This is so scary and hard and overwhelming. This is my first post on this app/page & I just want to say how glad I am that I found it!

I have had it on my mind for YEARS to pursue a surgical intervention, but I kept telling myself I didn't need it. I could do it on my own. (It feels like a failure to need it, you know what I mean...?)

I turned 39 in July & I just got tired of waiting for the me I feel I am inside to come out. I've always been overweight. It has gotten slowly and slowly more difficult to maintain a "decent" size - able to wear sizes 14/16 but creeping towards 18/20- and the pain in my knees has gotten steadily worse. I have arthritis and have had pain since I was a child, but the older I get (& the heavier), the worse the pain is. I've had to wear a knee brace almost daily for the last 6-9 months.

I don't feel "old" but the reality of my weight is setting in. I have a 10 year old daughter. I want to set an example for her. A good one.

My husband is very fit and active. We've only been together 5 years and I'll be honest- from the start I've felt uncomfortable about my weight. I've never had a "fit" partner. Like ever. He's EXTREMELY supportive and loving and has never suggested I lose weight or made any comments of the sort. It's actually his unconditional love that finally helped me start to truly love myself. I hope that makes sense, as I know it sounds like I'm talking out of both sides of my mouth.

I want to do this for me. But I didn't care enough about myself before to really think I deserved it.

I went for a consult maybe 4 weeks ago. And it all went so fast! I have a surgery date (in 2 week!) and just started my pre op diet yesterday. I'm stressed and a little miserable (see previous comment about pre op diet LOL), but am trying to take is day by day. Ok, sometimes hour by hour. Thank you for reading this! Hope you all have a great day!!


- No idea what I'm doing but I'm here!

good for you.... It took me to 60 to figure all of that out... first 3 days of pre-op are the hardest... I am on day 8 - one week from right now surgery will be over.... can not wait... good luck to you...

Oh that awful, powdery and way too sweet (as for me) pre op meal replacement diet. Second day (actually the night) was for me the hardest. I woke up at 2 am, feeling hungry, no actually starving, and I knew it was not the time to eat yet and as i looked at the clock I started crying in my bed. Then I thought I could go and get some water, the glass near me was empty so I went to the fridge to fill it up. Our dispenser is inside the fridge, and as I opened it I saw 2 pieces of pizza - leftovers from the dinner my husband and son had. It was also the pizza I loved, chicken alfredo, and while I was filling up my glass the smell of it overwhelmed me, I reached up for it, actually touched the cheese covered chicken on it, and then I started crying again, thinking I made a decision and I have to stick with it. I put the pizza back and took the glass i held in the other hand, and walked back to my bed. Had some water, tried to fall asleep but couldn't, I still felt hungry and angry and i started crying even more. Now I cried cause I realized i will most likely never be able to enjoy the pizza again. Eventually, with hurting stomach and head full of scary thoughts I must have cried myself to sleep.

Besides that towards the end I had a big craving for crunch, and managed to satisfy it with frozen sugar free popsicle.

I know it may get hard but keep remembering all the reasons why you wanna do it, and try to find the strength to refocus, or if nothing else helps, cry yourself to sleep, it worked for me. Good luck