Several years ago I lost a lot of weight - a good quarter of myself. I am starting from a morbidly obese position, btw.
However it wasn't actually that noticeable. I didn't need to buy (m)any new clothes and I was still quite the heifer - well above the ideal weight for my height. And it all went back on again; and then I met OH who inexplicably found me attractive anyway.
And after some years of coupledom, I am even further past my starting weight now. But I just don't have the motivation I had first time round.
When I did it then it was just me and I was a total food nazi who basically ate the same meal every single day and exercised 5 days a week. But having never had my proud Barry Bethell moment of holding out tent trousers, I just can't see the point.
I'm intelligent, I know all the various health issues and I have a foot problem which I think is made far worse by my weight - but having lost so much before to no real effect, it doesn't motivate me.
OH seems to adore me and does not mind my fat bits (he is pretty slim himself), but I beyond loathe looking at myself in a mirror.
I feel paralysed by it sometimes. Am I alone? How do I move past this? Losing a stone is not even going to touch the sides, so the challenge seems insurmountable.