I coped well with the beginning of the lockdown, doing plenty of walking and eating sensibly. My DD and GD moved in with me in January while their new house was being renovated. I spent a lot of time working with them at the house, doing physically demanding jobs, and coped well.
Since they moved out of my house, in July, I have been on my own again, and seem to have lost all motivation. Eating all the wrong things, because I can't be bothered cooking. Going out only to shop. I am beginning to get aches and pains, mainly through sitting about too much, I think. I have bullied myself into going to my newly-opened choir practices, but the old enthusiasm isn't there. With winter on the way I dread to think what I will be like, come Spring, if I don't shake myself up. I'm not depressed, just apathetic.