Hi there, and welcome!
I remember hovering over rock bottom. I was up late unable to sleep, and I thought to myself - you know, I really HAVE put on some weight. Tomorrow I need to do something about it. But you know how it is when you make plans when you're tired, right? I woke up eventually and thought... n'ah. I don't think I have it in me. I'll have cake for breakfast and forget all about it. It hit me after I'd eaten that though, and I hurried upstairs to where the scale is kept and (even knowing I'd eaten that day already), I stepped on... and it was way worse than I'd thought it would be. Boom! Everything just crashed down on me. My boyfriend loves me no matter what, and like you say, that's lovely -- but I decided, then and there, this was something I had to do for MYSELF.
And it's been okay so far. My starting weight was much more than yours and I have been losing steadily so far, though I'm sure as I lose more it will become more difficult. And I only finally measured my measurable bits at the start of August and I won't measure again until the start of September. But 2 inches seem substantial so maybe the inches are speaking louder than pounds? Maybe if you feel like you're plateauing already, search for an article to try and break that? Whatever it is, I wish you good luck! You're working hard already so don't give in and I'm sure you'll manage to lose more.
/attempt at being inspirational
Again, welcome