A large part of the problem with weight loss (for me, anyway) is exactly that, it's a very long road. Just two years ago, I was 9 1/2 st, a not unhealthy weight for someone of my shorter stature (5ft 6") and I LOVED my body. The problem is I didn't have to work to be that skinny, it was the result of my very first heartbreak where I spent 3 months eating literally nothing but sorbet and not very much of it at that!
So when my ex and I broke up, I thought "Sweet, I can lose the few pounds I put back on, because I'll be all sad" and thought it one of the upsides. But, of course, it didn't happen and I comfort ate until that gorgeous skinny me was long gone. And two years later, I'm still the size I was after the comfort eating. I've gone up two dress sizes and I truly hate my body, but because of how easy it was the first time, I'm having such a hard time getting up the will power to stop eating all those lovely cakes I bake and go out for a walk.
My current partner loves how I look and thinks me the most gorgeous girl ever, however, he's admitted he'd love to see me how I was, if not just for me to be happy again, and we both want to lose weight, but we just can't seem to get up and go do it!!!
I know it sounds whiney, but it's so hard and it takes soo long, there's not instant results and the combination of the two make me give in to the sweet treats every time. :/