The good news is this: As of last week, I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight. The bad news? That number is 40 pounds higher than it ought to be (according to Self magazine).

Amusingly enough — and I’m going with “amusingly” rather than “devastatingly” — I now weigh exactly, to the half-pound, what I weighed when I started Weight Watchers seven years ago. That once my first stint on Weight Watchers, and I managed to lose 40 pounds.

I’m not officially “dieting” yet, and I’m not aiming to get into Self’s approved weight range. I’d like to lose 30 pounds by my 30th birthday, which is just under a year away. I think I can do that.

I’m going to aim to update you on my progress about once a month. Get on my case if I don’t; chances are, no updates will mean that I’m not making any progress and could use a kick in the plus-size pants.

I’m planning to take pictures along the way, but I don’t want to share them until I have a stunning After photo (in which I will be wearing this. Except, not really.). Until then, eNichole will have to do.