I got weighed in last night by this woman that I've never seen before. She was probably in her late sixties and very serious. She looked over my chart, let out a sigh, and said, "I want you to succeed." She was so serious, you'd think she was pleading with me to get sober for good. That will probably come next. It was awkward. She gave me a tracker and asked me to fill it out, bring it back next week, hand it to my leader and say, "I'm struggling." She finished with another very grim, "I want you to succeed." Clearly, she wasn't happy with me. And she shouldn't be. I've gained about nine pounds SINCE rejoining a few months back. All day I've seen this woman's face - sad and serious - in every bite I take.

It's been a struggle this entire second bout with WW. How the hell did I do it before and why is it so much harder for me this time?