Stepped on the scales this morning. I really wasn't looking forward to that. I'm afraid I ate my way through about six months of depression last year, and a chronic back problem (two discs at the base of my spine fusing together) really restricted the amount of exercise I could do.
I was kind of expecting to be up around the 103 or 104 kg mark.
I'd actually dropped a kilo, probably from walking the dog a lot recently and cutting back on bakery treats to get me through the book deadline. I think that as soon as I get The Golden Minute done, I might take myself off to the gym for a decent session, and then devote a fortnight or two to preferencing my fitness and health. I'll keep working because I have other deadlines, but the first thing I attend to each day will be repairing the physical damage of the last year.