This week, I finally did it.
I signed up for Juniper and took my first dose of Mounjaro. And honestly? It wasn’t the needle that made it real. It was the fact that, for once, I spoke to an actual human before making the decision.
Not a chatbot.
Not a click-through survey.
A real person — who asked me what I needed, didn’t talk from a script, and listened.
I’ve embraced tech. I live with AI now — the good, the bad, the weirdly sassy. But in this moment? I needed connection. Someone to witness the very personal moment I decided to back myself differently this time.
And that’s what set the tone.
The Small Shifts Before the Big Decision
In truth, I’d already started making little changes. Quiet, intentional ones:
– Saying no to my usual Friday-night JD and coke “because the week’s been long.”
– Not picking at my daughter’s dinner leftovers at midnight.
– Swapping habits instead of punishing them.
This time, it wasn’t about control. It was about choice — my terms, my pace.
Then came the Juniper pack — scale, tape measure, the whole kit. I watched all the videos, half-expecting them to be clinical and confusing, but they were… practical. Relatable. Human.
Taking that first dose? Honestly? It was scary. Exciting. Weirdly emotional. I braced myself for the side effects. I felt nausea. I couldn’t tell if it was the meds. Maybe it was my mind bracing for impact. (Bit of both, maybe?)
Real Support. Real Change.
And then — enter Richelle.
My Juniper health coach. Not a bot, not a tracker, not a faceless FAQ. A real person. I message her directly through the app. When I can’t quite put things into words, I send a voice note instead. No pressure. No scripts. Just a human being listening — really listening — and helping me figure things out.
I told her I’m fussy about food — not just the taste, but the texture too. She didn’t roll her eyes or give me a protein-powder guilt trip. She worked with me.
She suggested trying a 12:12 intermittent fasting window instead of 16:8. It changed everything. I wasn’t racing to beat the clock. I had space to ask myself, “What do I actually want to eat?”
For breakfast, I found a protein chocolate drink from Aldi that actually tastes good. If you knew my track record with protein shakes, you’d understand what a win that is.
The Scale and I Are Friends Now
I used to avoid scales like they owed me money.
Now? I weigh myself after my sweaty morning workout – not obsessively, just openly. Curiously.
And the best part? My weight isn’t yo-yoing like it did the week before. I’m down just over a kilo. And it feels stable – not like it’s threatening to undo itself by Tuesday.
This Week’s Real Win?
- It’s not just the kilo lost.
- It’s the gain — in support, confidence, and routine. It reminds me that my journey works best when it starts with connection — human, honest, and on my terms.
Next week: I’ll see how the protein boost is going. I will evaluate how I feel on the next dose. I’ll decide whether I still want to voice-note Richelle about how weird lentils make me feel. (Probably.)
