Like all bad habits, overeating eventually catches up with you.
Everyone finally reaches that moment when you just KNOW, you've had
ENOUGH of this damn being fat.

Mine was a one-two punch. The first "punch" started oddly, with a
repeating dream:

I'm swimming underwater, and need to come up for air. As I rise to the
surface for a much-needed breath of air, the surface keeps being "just
a little bit" further away.

I'd wake up in a panic, with my heart beating like a trip-hammer,
gasping.

Sleep apnea, I finally figured out (D'oh!). Like many unhealthy
conditions, sleep apnea is made worse by excess weight, and I sure had
a bunch of that.

My second "punch" was trying to buy a pair of new jeans in a
department store. At that time, they didn't carry jeans over size 40,
in many common clothing stores. Now, they all do, as the stores have
adapted to the fatter American, waddling into our future.

That convinced me; I'd had enough, and Hello diet!!