I'm probably alone but I have spent the best part of the last 10 years assuming I would die in my fifties because of my weight and because I'm male (heart attack or stroke). I wasn't particularly happy about this but thought weight loss was impossible for me so it seemed a done deal.
I may still die in my fifties - tomorrow even - but if I can make this journey then that cloud won't be over my head any more. I'm having to adjust to this as well as all the other crazy stuff that happens when the pounds drop.
Strangely, that wasn't even my motivation to lose weight. I just thought I would give it a go!