Weight is such a personal struggle. I know so many people who have obsessed with the number on the scale, but they could never be in my shoes, and I could never be in theirs. They gained weight as a teenager, or after a death in the family, or after having a baby. Their family and friends were supportive, or indifferent, or mean. They ate out of depression, loneliness, or boredom. Add a hundred other factors, pick at random, and you have an endless supply of similar but different stories.
The first time was uncharted territory, and challenges were at least new challenges. At this point, I've seen it all before, know all of my tricks and excuses. I feel like a boxer going back for round two when I'm already punch drunk.