My ribs are a sticking point

Seeing my ribs freaks me out. If I had some sort of muscle to cover them, something so I couldn't see the excellent rib definition, I'd be cool with losing a little weight. In the morning, in the glare of the fluorescent lights, when I hop up from the toilet and stretch tall and yawn and catch a glimpse of myself and 4 or 5 ribs in the vanity mirror, it freaks me the hell out. And then I hop on the scale and say "3 pounds to go? That's crazy talk!"

And that is part of why I have a hard time sticking to a weight loss plan.