When I first started (for realsies) I had already gone thru about 4 months of some counselling. I finally gave in and looked at myself in the mirror and admitted there was something going on that I couldn't see (except for the size 24 pants of course)
Once I had a lightbulb moment of having been spoiled and indulged my entire life, and that the 2 year old BRAT was still controlling my food choices, I dealt with it and moved on.
Sooooo that left me emotionally ready to not 'try' to do it, but to do it!
I started with simple math, calorie counting. And since I'm lazy as F*K a walk a week was about all I could muster...until 20 or 25 lbs. came off in 2 months and I felt a bit more energy. Then I just walked a bit more (if it was cold I'd do laps inside a local rec centre for free) and gradually started eating better so I could get more bang for my calorie buck
But still ate crap because I'm human LOL I just accounted for it that's all. Instead of the supersized meal, I got the kids meal etc.
As I got stronger, I got nuttier I think! I was never one for the gym culture, so I did "extreme cleaning" or "extreme yardwork" ha ha and when MINE was done, I'd go do it for an elderly neighbour or family member who was struggling a bit -- a 2fer! you feel good helping and it works up a sweat if you go hard
Now I've been in a holding pattern for a few years, seems all so long ago and far away but it's ALWAYS in the back of my mind, I always do a "state of the union" address to myself a few times a year to be sure i'm on track!
ps my new obsession is weighted HULA HOOPING!!!! soooo ridiculous hilariously FUN and really has changed my tummy area !