I'm back

Just a few pounds.  It shouldn’t be that difficult.  And besides, I really don’t want to start measuring, weighing and then tracking every single thing I eat.  I’ll just do it on my own.  How difficult can it be to lose five pounds?

Apparently very.  I’ve been saying this for months.  Okay, this week I won’t eat any desserts.  But then I buy a 7-layer cake at Zabars.  Or, no afternoon snack.  But then I’m hungry, so I grab a handful or two of uncounted cashews. They are so good I take more.  And soon my clothes are feeling uncomfortable.

The gorgeous turquoise Yigal Azrouel skirt I bought last summer doesn’t zip at the top.  The black Jil Sander skirt from 2005 that I still love is now tight.  The dress I wore for Alexander’s Horace Mann graduation in 2011 pulls where it should drape.

In 2009 I joined Weight Watchers for the first time.  I lost a lot of weight and loved being thin.  I revamped my wardrobe to reflect the new, skinnier me.  I threw out all my “fat” clothes, and replaced them with sizes 4 and 6.

Last year, everything fit beautifully.  This year it doesn’t.  It’s time to admit defeat.  Today I return to Weight Watchers.

My last visit was a year ago, and I weighed 124.6.  Today I weigh 131.4.  Almost seven pounds up.  My goal is 123 by my nephew’s wedding on October 26.

This should be a doable goal. Especially now that I have a plan — a plan I completely control. I like that.