I run every other day.
I eat gluten free which means no pasta or cakes and biscuits etc.
I walk a minimum of 10K steps a day.
I do yoga once a week.
I rarely have takeaways - probably less than once every two months.
I mostly cook from scratch.
On the other hand,I do have the odd bit of chocolate, my portions are probably on the big side and I am fond of a glass or two of wine, or a beer or a g and t - but not every night.
I got on the scales this morning, and I’ve gained yet another 2lb, taking me to 13 stone. I’m 5ft 7.
And I just can’t summon up the wherewithal to do a fucking thing about it.
I don’t want to be hungry, I don’t want to count calories, I don’t want to low carb, or fast or any of those things.
I’m 45, and I’m done with it all.
Is it a bad idea to just say fuck it, and carry on with the exercise and enjoying my food?
I’m on citalopram, which I suspect isn’t helping the weight gain.