I'm a s l o w loser, too. It'll be a stretch for me if I hit the 50 pound mark by the time I hit the one year mark (February 11!). For a long time, I was discouraged by the pace that my weight was coming off... especially when I compared it to how much effort I felt like I was putting in. It was frustrating, even super-frustrating when I would read stories about folks who'd lost really quickly.
As I've gotten farther down the road, I'm actually starting to appreciate the slower pace. I've been a fat girl my whole life. And, I'm finding that as slow as my body is at changing, my head is even slower. I'm having to completely re-define my body image, my ideas about who I am (if not the fat girl, then who?), and the way I feel about myself. For me, this is big stuff, and getting to adjust to it slowly is a good thing.

It makes me feel sure that it's gonna be permanent.
But man, Coley, I SO can relate to the movie montage.

It plays in my head frequently, often when I'm running down the trail. Sometimes, I alter the soundtrack that plays while I'm morphing into a reasonably sized super model. Give it a try.
So, here's to losing the excess, at whatever pace.

Cheers to you all!
paula