I went back and forth between denial and wanting to change. One day I'd be all low fat and junk and the next I'd say "screw it" and mow down on a big ol' bag of m&m's... I very quickly got fat, fat and fatter and I was completely disgusted in myself. One day dh took a pic of me from the floor, looking up towards me and I nearly vomited when it came back from the store! My belly was huge and my chine was huge... uh.. er. That didn't do it though - that got me on weight watchers for about a month, when I lost a mere 6 lbs and had a rumbly tumbly ALL the time (screw that!). I had given up, lost all hope and finally donated all my size 8's to the salvation army (boy, am I pissed I did that now!) Fast forward about 5/6 months and I was on vacation w/ my bf - at which time he proposed! Very exciting, but I knew at that point I HAD to change!! JUST HAD TO! So I spent another few months dilly dallying around with the *idea* of losing weight before just dropping everything and starting Atkins! BEST DECISION EVER!