I started eating a low-carbohydrate diet in July of '06. By the end of the year, I was about where I wanted to be: from 230 or so to 195, give or take. Since then, my weight has hovered at about the same place. I'd like to get rid of another ten but there's no real reason to. I don't have a belly at all anymore, I'm able to wear much nicer clothes, and I feel better. I suppose it would just be nice to have as much distance between me and 200 pounds as possible.
I've discovered sources for low-carb pasta recently, which means I can eat it again after a year of doing without. The hard thing is sticking to the one-serving size that keeps the plate under 20g of carbs. It's easy to pig out.
I eat a biscuit with dinner occasionally, but still never touch potatoes or rice (just a spoonful to taste and I'm good). If we go to a Panera or something, there's no way I'm not eating the bread there. There are also low-carb ice creams that are very good, and it turns out Cool-Whip is low carb! So I can have that on top of the ice cream, with some nuts!
One still has to really be careful to get enough fiber. I have a bowl of steel cut oatmeal every Saturday morning now, and have rediscovered V8 juice with Tabasco.
I also try not to eat fatty meats. So mine is a low carb, lowish fat diet that I can live with. I no longer count every carb carefully all day long: I just automatically avoid fillers and sugar. Not too difficult.
Potatoes, breads, rice, corn and their ilk are old peasant foods used to make up for the fact that there was little meat to be had. People also did a lot of heavy, physical work every day for their entire lives, burning off that stuff. Now we have the luxury of a sedate lifelstyle - yet we still eat farm hand sized, starchy meals and a lot of meat besides.
Ooo.... pie. I miss pie!