The thing is, I almost think your patience is the issue. I started gaining weight when I met my husband and just continued to pack it on for four years. I was depressed about it, and would make half-hearted attempts to exercise more or eat better. I whined the whole time. My husband said nothing. He didn't say "how can I motivate you?" or give me deadlines or even bring the subject up. He never commented on my weight, ever. It wasn't him not caring, he just figured that when I was ready, I would do it. He was right. I got to a breaking point where I was so depressed and horrified with myself I cracked down......and lost 50 lbs. Got down to my high school weight.
At the end of it, I asked him "weren't you disgusted with me being fat?" He said no, he still loved me for me and found me pretty.....the only thing that bothered him about my weight was my depression over it. He said though, that he felt if he'd tried to 'motivate' me or push me it would only make me more depressed because I'd figure I had to do it for him and the pressure would overwhelm me. So in the end I did it for the right reasons.....with his QUIET support.
