The New Year is when we take stock.In some cases, like my husband Peter’s, this is literal. He keeps an inventory of our canned goods and chastises me if I mess up his inventory.“Did you mark off the black beans?”“Um, no.”“You have to mark it off on the list or I won’t know how many I have.”“Oh. Sorry.”I am less concerned about our supply of canned goods in the New Year and more concerned about stockpiles closer to home—on my hips, for example. I had gotten out of the habit of weighing myself, and I decided this was probably unwise.