🟨 This Week’s Mood
It’s week two on Mounjaro – and no, I haven’t dropped two dress sizes or unlocked a magical six-pack.
But something is shifting, and I can feel it.
The nerves about injecting myself? Gone. The needle slips in now, and I hardly register it. I find it best to take a deep breath. Then, as I put the needle in, I breathe through it. The nausea is still there, lingering like a dull radio hum, but I’m learning to move with it. I’m moving with determination.
đźź© What Actually Happened
Let’s talk about the scales. Or should I say… scales, plural.
I now have three in my bathroom:
- The Juniper one (very polite, part of the welcome pack).
- One that calculates BMI, providing factual information with a hint of judgement.
- And my OG scale — the one that’s been giving me side-eye for years
It functions as a committee at this point.
They haven’t exactly thrown me a celebration yet. But in all honesty? I’ve found I enjoy stepping on them after my 6am workouts in my favourite Sweaty Betty’s. I only do it when nobody is watching.
Why? Because while the numbers are still modest, my body is talking back in other ways.
✨ Trousers that once needed breath-holding and a prayer? Now gliding on.
✨ Tops that used to cling? Hanging with grace.
✨ Mirror angles? Forget them. I am the angle.
For the first time in years, I can see my waist returning. The “elongated semi-ovals,” as my daughter so lovingly (and bluntly) called them, are softening. The body I live in is beginning to feel like mine again. It is not something I’m battling or squeezing into obedience.
🟦 What Surprised Me
How subtle the shift feels – and how powerful it is.
It’s not fireworks. But it’s breath. It’s space in my waistband. It’s glimpses in the mirror that make me smile. No scale can measure magic – not even all three of them.
Also: I’m obsessed with my workouts now.
Leslie Sansone’s Walk at Home is now an essential part of my morning routine.
On Thursday, I mixed a 20-minute fast walk with 10 minutes of weighted arm training. I was dripping with sweat! That evening? Wine at a dinner party. But the next morning — I still showed up. A little groggy, yes. But I did it.
Even 5 minutes count. Showing up tired is still showing up.
🟧 Hard Moment of the Week
Honestly, work. I’ve had to handle back-to-back meetings and life admin. Some days flew past without me even remembering I was on Mounjaro. That’s not failure — but it’s a reminder that this process deserves presence.
🟪 Small Win I’m Claiming
The scale is steady. My appetite is quiet. My movement is meaningful.
But more than that — I’m reclaiming my reflection. And that is huge.
🔔 What I’m Focusing on Next Week
Hoping next week is calmer. I’d like to get back to my morning walk before logging in. I also want to build on this strength momentum — even Leslie says to aim for it twice a week. I’m craving more of that post-sweat confidence.
đź’¬ Real Talk Before You Go
Mounjaro isn’t a miracle. It’s not a shortcut.
It’s a support beam — a quiet nudge helping my choices to stick.
I’m not chasing dramatic results. I’m reconnecting with myself.
And if you’ve ever looked in the mirror and whispered, “There she is” –
You know that is everything.
