I've officially gained back all the weight I ever lost and I'm back at square one in terms of not being in shape at all. It's hard not to cry thinking about it - I was so proud of all the work I did and I felt so much better when I wasn't so heavy.
A big lesson from this year has been the need to prioritize myself (mental, physical, emotional help) but it was so hard to do that over the months of dealing with my spouse's mental health stuff that it just got away from me.