I was doing really well. Before Easter I was 0.2kg away from breaking through the 100kg barrier. And then life happened.
We had Easter away at a convention, eating out all the time, and on our return heard that my father had taken a rapid turn for the worse. We raced down to spend time with him, and he passed away the following Saturday. Although I tried, this was not a good time for focussing on my diet. There followed 2 weeks of shilly-shallying and sorting out the funeral, etc, and then 2 days after that my husband and I were off on our pre-booked holiday: 2 weeks on a River Cruise with Viking travelling from Budapest to Amsterdam, being pampered and fed fantastic food on the the boat and dining out here and there on sausages and sauerkraut and hot chocolate with rum, chocolates and cheeses. It was wonderful (the travelling, the scenery, the sightseeing, the boat, the staff and the food) and terrible (the calorie contents and availability of the food)!
Despite walking a minimum of 10,000 steps a day on most days of the cruise (including round and round the deck on days we didn't strike land), this whole period has resulted in a gain of 4.4kg. I am back home now and girding my loins to get back into the zone. My husband is heading off to church shortly whilst I shall go for a decent walk. Chicken salad for lunch. A swim this evening (and possibly another walk this afternoon).
I am not out of the woods entirely - there will be difficult days ahead, grieving for my father and helping my siblings sort out his estate which may involve disruptive travelling, but it is important to get back on that horse and break that 100kg barrier forever.