I had been slowly piling on weight over the two years since having DC and I was 5 stone overweight. I kept starting diets then stopping because I couldn't cope along with all the daily stresses. Then I actually, no word of a lie, managed to 'trick' my body into sticking to a diet. Honestly, it was unintentional.
I started a diet that was super low carb, and for the first week, also super low calorie, 1000 per day. The plan after that was unlimited calories, sticking together low carb. The first few days were great! Loads of chicken, salad, low carb sauces, veg, fish. Heaven. Then, I started to feel really unwell. I started to get mouth ulcers, and felt nauseous and tired all the time. I was losing pounds though. Like one a day.
About 6 days in, I caved. I literally couldn't stomach another 'low carb' meal and I was about to break. So I made myself a sandwich, which was still within the calorie limit, but accepted I'd failed at my diet, and that my body would be booted out of ketosis. Went to bed grumpy.
Woke up the next day and realised I wasn't really hungry. I figured I'd eat when I'm hungry and see how long I could stick to just 1000 kcals per day. For some reason, my ravenous all-you-can-eat appetite just didn't come back.
Since then I've upped my calories to 1200 per day and started adding in a few walks per week. To date, since May I've lost 3st. I'm hoping to lose the rest by Christmas.
I don't know what it was, but if I had to guess it was that I realised how difficult it could be, and learned to appreciate food in a different way. Touch wood I don't lose momentum now. I hope this gives hope to even one other person, because before I started that low carb diet thingy, I was ready to quit and just eat myself to the size of a house, because I was convinced my metabolism had just changed and there was nothing I could do about it.
Very sorry for the essay 