Some reasons why you feel commited to making this work

Sorry, this came out looonng. I guess you opened up a big can o' motivation, anewbeginning2012 !


I was longing to be in reality who I was on the inside.
I was sick of being disabled solely because of my obesity.
I was disgusted by being a hopeless addict.
I was tired of spending money on overpriced clothes I didn't like.
I was depressed by being a freak.
I was afraid of running into old boyfriends.
I was afraid of losing my feet, my kidneys, my eyes, my heart to diabetes.

I love having some energy!
I love feeling clean inside.
I love being able to clip and paint my own toenails.
I love not feeling sick with failure every time I go to bed, and hopeless every time I wake up.
I love retiring for the night with the thought, Not too bad a day! and waking up with the thought, I bet I can do even better today.
I love not being a slave to food.

This is my last chance.

I want to travel without ruining my seatmates', roomates', and companions' good time.
I want to walk all over London and Oxford and Edinburgh and the Outer Hebrides. And Venice. And...
I want to walk on the beach for hours, as I used to.

I was ready for this change and every day I remain ready for change. I'm committed to succeeding. I'm not perfectly consistent, but the more my successes outnumber my failures, the closer I get to the loves and wants.

Excellent post Dange! Thanks for sharing.

I am ready to do this because I wanted to get healthy before I started getting health issues, I felt my weight or at least my perception of my weight was/is holding back my career advancement, and most of all I want to be around for many years to come to spend time with my kids and my grandbabies (I only have one who is 8 months old at this moment). My kids lost their grandparents early in life and I wanted to change that cycle for my grandbabies.

For me, just depression and not feeling like I was the best me I could be.  I felt like I wasn't noticed at work for my accomplishments, that I wasn't able to do things physically without embarrassment, that I hated my body and my wardrobe.  I didn't have health problems other than feeling tired and sluggish and not exercising.

 All of the above.  The final straw was discovering I have vericose veins and I had a skin infection on my shins that the doctor said could be because of my weight or diabetes.  Diabetes was getting worse and my feet were feeling weird so I said forget about the cake and icream that I loved...it wasn't worth it.  

Interesting question.

What motivated/motivates me to do what I do?

I do what I do because this is my life now. While being an RNY person isn't central to my existence any more, it defines me insomuch as I eat according to what keeps me energized, but doesn't make me sick.

What motivated me to begin with? The surreal fantasy land of realizing a dream that I never believed was possible to grasp, to experience, to be: thin.

Oh, and I had the desperate hope of eliminating my GERD which was the ultimate engine that pushed me to getting the surgery.

You know I never had any true medical issues with how big I was other then needing a laproscopic procedure to fix the meniscus and ACL and because of that I had lost alot of mobility because the weight hindered me from properly rehabing my knee.  Other then that my only motivation is my daughter because I know at the rate I was gaining weight I would be hitting a point in my life where I wouldn't be able to be that active person in her life.