9 pounds is great! I lost 10 in January, 7 in February and so far, 7 in March. At the end of January, I was thinking oh wow, I can lose 10 a month, cool. February I had some lower back problems which slowed me down but, hey, 7 was 7! Now, March may be a long month but did I have to have 2 freakin' TOMs in it????

(As if almost 30 years of this crap once every month isn't enough!)
Anyway...we have to expect that this progression isn't going to be a constant, predictable one. I may weigh myself a week apart, see no change, then weigh 2 days later and 2 pounds are gone! You might have months where you lose 10 and months where you lose 5. Maybe it will take you a year to get where you want to be, maybe less, maybe more. That year will pass no matter what. Do you want to be where you are now or do you want to be less? When I start feeling like it seems a bit slow, I realize that it took me the last 3 years to gain 22 pounds and they came off in the last 3 months...that's a fair trade!
I know your goal seems off in the distance and you're probably overwhelming yourself thinking about all that time and what it's going to take to get there. But please remember that you've already lost 9 pounds, and you can lose 9 more, and 9 more after that. Break it down to mini-goals. You'll attain those sooner and feel good about attaining them. I may not make 10 a month but I'm pretty darn happy with the 7!
You didn't mention what specifically you did to lose the 9 pounds. Are you feeling like you pushed yourself to the max of what you can do to try to lose, like you gave it your all and 9 pounds (and no lousy t-shirt) was all you got for it? When you say you don't feel like you can hang on, is that your disappointment talking, or is whatever regimen you're on difficult for you to sustain? I was just thinking that, maybe if it's the latter, you can switch gears a little bit, maybe come up with something that will still take the weight off without making you want to give up.

Honestly, if I went on a strict diet that didn't include bread or the salty snacks I crave and I pushed myself at exercise til I collapsed, I might be skinnier sooner...but I would have been miserable getting there and probably would start putting it back on. This way, it may be slower, but I'm okay with what I'm doing. When there are days I can push myself a little harder, I do. When I can't, I don't. I'm doing this to make me happy, not just at goal, but along the way. I wanna walk it like the yellow brick road, not the green mile.

Losing weight doesn't have to be a suffering, miserable experience that makes you want to give up. I mean, as someone who used to hate to exercise, I'm finding I actually enjoy it. I can't do as much as I would like, but what I can do I have fun with and feel good afterwards for having done it.
