Hi Ellie and

to Maintainers! We'd love to have you join us now for your transition to maintenance, so feel to join in!
In answer to your questions, I think most of us have been up and down the weight roller coaster a few times before we got this whole maintenance thing figured out. I got down to 164 after my DD was born (my lowest adult weight) but got pregnant again and put it all back on, plus 30 pounds. But mostly I was one who would lose 25 or 30 pounds, give up, and put it all back on. I've lost literally hundreds of pounds in my life this way.
I can remember sitting in Weight Watchers meeting and actively tuning out any discussion of maintenance. You see, I *knew* that once I got to goal, I'd be a completely transformed person and would just naturally be able to keep the weight off. Chocolate chip cookies? Heavens, no, I'd be craving broccoli and tofu. Keeping the weight off would be easy and effortless. The hard work was losing the weight, of course. Then the job would be done.
Reality bites, doesn't it?

I couldn't have been more wrong.
What was different this time?
1. Exercise was and is a big part of my weight loss. I learned to love how my body works and got hooked on endorphins. My only exercise in other attempts had been easy walking. Now I loved being a mom with muscles!
2. I lost all my excess weight and got down to the weight I was in junior high school. It was my dream weight and I was/am willing to fight very hard to maintain there. After 46 years of feeling fat, I was finally "normal" and wasn't about to give that up. I lost 122 pounds of fat but a million pounds of baggage. No way I was going back.
3. I've created a new self-image of myself. It used to be that I measured my value as what a good wife or mom I was. Being in charge of school projects, chairing the PTA, baking the best Christmas cookies, having a spotless house, making every birthday and holiday special ... It all revolved around me taking care of other people. And I was kind of the PS at the end of it all and took care of myself with food, which is quick and easy.
Thinking about it, I suppose that I felt I was unworthy because I was so fat. So I had to compensate by being the best everything else. I never paid attention to my clothes or makeup because I wanted to be invisible. "Look at my good deeds", I wanted to say, "not me".
What changed was I learned how to carve out time for myself to go to the gym every day. It's the "me time". My thinking time. I can work through issues and stress and come out feeling like a million dollars. I learned how to say no. I've learned that the world goes on when the cat fur is a foot deep in the corners.
My whole mental picture of myself has changed with weight loss. I don't feel inferior to anyone (which is huge). I feel strong (both mentally and physically) and confident. I'm a person who works out and eats healthy. That's my self-image. I'm no longer a person who eats a box of Girl Scout cookies in one sitting. That's not me.
Gosh, this is getting long, but you got me thinking!
In a sense, I think it's all tied up with losing weight fairly quickly (in reference to your other question). Many people here have had great success in a slower, baby step approach. I was different and changed everything, overnight. I did a total 180 in almost every aspect of my life. In a sense, it was like dying and being reborn on June 1, 2001, as a different person. It was scary and exciting at the same time because I was taking a chance on giving up who I was for the promise of something better.
I averaged 2.4 pounds a week, faster in the beginning, a lot slower at the end. I'm not sure if that's fast or not. Had I had posted today about what I was doing, I'd be lectured about starvation mode but back in 2001, no one was talking about it. And obviously, lots of exercise and low calories didn't have any bad effects since I'm still happily maintaining all these years later.
If I had to do it again, I'd do it exactly the same way. Wouldn't change a thing besides adding in HIIT (something else that wasn't being talked about in 2001). I'm a person who needed to see results on the scale. I had so far to go that losing a pound a week would have made me give up a long time ago.
So I guess you can say that I'm one who lost it fairly quickly and have managed to keep it off.
But what it all comes down to -- and what keeps me from regaining the weight -- is if I gained the weight back, then who would I be? The old Meg has been dead for more than eight years. I don't eat cans of Pringles at 10 pm as my reward after the kids are in bed. I don't wear giant T shirts to disguise my butt. I don't think about my weight every minute of every day and feel the burden of fat dragging behind me like a ball and chain. This is not me.
My favorite dinner is salmon and green beans. I work out every day. I don't eat sugar. I wear size 4 and buy way too many clothes. I'm not afraid of calling attention to myself. This is who I am.
If I gained back 122 pounds, I would lose all of that. I would lose myself -- who I am. The essence of me. It's been more than eight years since I was morbidly obese. Why would I ever permit myself to go back to that place of pain and humiliation?
I apologize for the length of this! Once I started to answer your questions, a lot came pouring out. You can see that this maintenance business is complicated stuff, so we really would love to have you stick around and keeping posting with us. We'll get it all sorted out together!