I
mentioned here on the 22nd that I was going to attempt to
get into shape with clean eating and no alcohol, coupled with a few
home workouts watching a few Netflix shows.
I
have no willpower, though, and couldn't avoid the selection boxes, or
the free whisky. Despite doing some hand weights and even a handful
of hill sprints, I still put weight on. I was at 82.6kg; earlier this
week I was at 85.2, the heaviest I've ever been in my life.
Fuck.
More
recently I was 82.9.
I
think these rain-rotting, sleep destroying antidepressants I'm on are a big
factor. I've ran out of them and I'm seeing the doctor in the middle
of the month (the earliest I could). Citalopram might work for some
people, but it sure as shit didn't work for me. I only moved onto it from Sertraline because I felt that was doing nothing positive for me. So, although I didn't
so much binge on junk food, The healthy food didn't quite counter it
out.
For
now, though, I'll purposefully have a short break from rigid healthy
eating, and go back to it possibly in February. There are too many
restaurant deals to take advantage of. I'll still eat veg at home but
it won't be my best habits in action.
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