The BBQ Lunch
Stopping halfway through a halloumi wrap and fries, and losing interest in finishing it just because I paid for it.
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Stopping halfway through a halloumi wrap and fries, and losing interest in finishing it just because I paid for it.
Starting weight, current weight, and why I'm still not chasing a target.
My wife pointed out I go for the good stuff first at Sunday dinner - which makes leaving food behind now a much harder argument than it sounds.
A flashback to 2020, when COVID took away my sense of taste completely and I still finished the whole Sunday dinner - a reminder of what my relationship with food actually was.
A pub toilet, an occupied cubicle, and a level of bowel pressure that turned out to have a rather good comparison waiting for it on the internet.
After the 5mg experience, I stretched a 5mg pen into eight weeks of 2.5mg doses using the click count instead of buying a dedicated pen - the maths, the manufacturer's objection, and a financially tempting idea I'm not going to pretend didn't cross my mind.
A restaurant meal where being full finally won the argument against finishing the plate.
A more visceral way of feeling the weight I've lost than a number on the scales: it's now more than the backpack I cycle to work with.
A ridiculous but genuine example of wanting food and choosing not to eat it anyway.
What the dose increase to 5mg did to my digestive system, and why I dropped back to 2.5mg.