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Living Well with Mounjaro: My Personal Weight Loss Journey

Hi, I’m Maya Steele. I’m a solo mum and a late bloomer. I am a woman reclaiming her body, one intentional breath at a time.

Let’s get straight to it. For years, yoga pants were my uniform. Pandemic life, remote work, school runs, late-night Netflix — they were always there. Faithful. Forgiving. A little too forgiving. They expanded quietly while my waistline did the same. They gave me permission to ignore what I already knew but didn’t want to face.

My daughter once pointed to the gentle folds on my waist and, with innocent affection, called them “elongated semi-ovals.” I didn’t cry. I actually smiled — because she just voiced what my mind had been whispering for months. Still, I kept pretending I shimmy back into my size 10 jeans. Denial, but make it delusional.

Before I even considered Mounjaro, I made a promise to myself: I had to start moving more. Not for anyone else — just for me. I was tired of feeling stuck in my own skin. So I began carving out space in my schedule — no small feat for a single working mum. My only real choice? Mornings. That quiet 6 a.m window before the world wakes up and tiny voices start asking for cereal.

I turned to YouTube, hunting for workouts that wouldn’t leave me needing a chiropractor or a vat of tiger balm. That’s when I discovered Mr London. Let me tell you, the man is a vision. He has a charming smile and an encouraging tone. There’s just enough sass to keep you from quitting halfway through. While I was panting and wobbling through squat pulses, he was there grinning, making it all seem doable. And oddly, it was.

I found routines that didn’t break me. I didn’t wake up sore and miserable. I started building stamina — slowly, surely, and without punishing myself. This was new. This was kind.

Then, I made the decision to start Mounjaro. It wasn’t an easy one. There’s still stigma, still whispers that weight loss medications are a shortcut. But I knew I wasn’t skipping the work — I was enhancing the effort I was already putting in.

Now I’m in week two. My scale hasn’t caught on yet, but my clothes are starting to. My body feels lighter — not just in weight, but in resistance. For the first time in a long time, I’m starting to really feel aware in my body again. I’m not just trapped inside it.

If you’re in this space too, you are tired of hiding. You are tired of trying and failing. Then trying again. So, walk with me. This series isn’t about before-and-afters. It’s about the in-between. The messy, sweaty, early morning fight to feel like yourself again.

We’ve got this.

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