I quit smoking 10 years ago, and it was tough. Since then I've put on about one pound each year. Not a gi-normous amount, but still, I think it's time to take it off. :-)
When I quit smoking, I must have attempted 1000 times. Agony! I still want a cigarette, to tell you the truth. I still dream about smoking and when I do, it is a nightmare... one of those dreams within a dream, where you think it is real, then hope it is a dream and can't really be happening, and then realize with horror it's actually real, and then wake up with total relief! Usually I get this dream once or twice a year, after I've been hanging out with smokers.
So... right off the bat, trying to 'lose' weight just doesn't resonate. Automatically setting myself up with a not-too-enjoyable proposition. I LOVE food! I NEED food! Why would I want less of something that brings me so much pleasure?
I guess there are many keys to this dilemma. What will I gain by losing?
Better health + a more youthful 'Real Age' + more energy + feeling better in my own skin.
I know, I know, I'm ranting.... and googling about the notion of willpower:
Stanford Marshmallow experiment.