Under 15 Stone
95.2kg today. A hundred grams was all it took to tip from one side of the 15-stone line to the other, after hovering right on it for the best part of a week.
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95.2kg today. A hundred grams was all it took to tip from one side of the 15-stone line to the other, after hovering right on it for the best part of a week.
Trying to actually live by Friday's plan to cut the rum measure - a smaller glass, a battle I didn't win, and a silver lining that's real even if it isn't the one I meant to earn.
The pen ships with more than four doses' worth in it by design. What's actually left over after the fourth injection, what the manufacturer's own guidance says about it, and what it means in milligrams if you use it anyway.
I've got pretty good at noticing when I don't need the food. Turns out I needed to point the same question at what's in my glass.
Half a burger, a very good Kung Po, and a battle with the biscuit tin I actually won - followed by my gut presenting its bill the next morning.
A posh burger van, a venison burger I didn't finish, and the difference between stopping because I'm full and stopping because I just don't like it enough.
Crossing BMI 30, and working out that I'm now carrying around more weight less than when I started than my actual work backpack weighs.
Not finishing the beans - a trivial-sounding moment that was actually the old instinct losing an argument.
Two previous Rotties, both called Roxy - neither would touch raw food, but one treated even cooked food like a suspect and the other would eat anything - and what that taught me about eating because it's there.
What Mounjaro has and hasn't done for my relationship with food, and why the biggest change isn't the number on the scales.