Another Tropical Dinner
Lasagne, salad, garlic bread and two leftover onion bhajis from a Friday night takeaway. Mounjaro had made me forget to eat lunch, so the bhajis had one remaining window, and it was Saturday dinner.
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She Never Once Flinched
I never thought I'd be someone who injects themselves with medication. Then I remembered who taught me it wasn't a big deal, and it wasn't even a person.
Not an Embolism, Just a Bubble
The bubble the syringe left in my thigh was medication, not air — but it got me wondering what would actually happen if it had been air. Turns out that's a more interesting question than I expected.
The Circular Economy of Mounjaro
It isn't cheap, and I've been worrying about what happens when I stop it. Then I did the maths and found what looks suspiciously like a loophole.
The Scales Haven't Changed. The Numbers Have.
95 kg and 14 st 13.4 lb are exactly the same weight. They don't feel the same. Turns out it's not sentiment, it's just how the numbers move.
The First Chocolate in Weeks
A Tesco Finest Belgian Dark Chocolate Ginger Cookie, and the realisation I hadn't had chocolate in weeks. Turns out eating some doesn't mean I've fallen off anything.
14 St 6.5 Lb
I knew the number would move again by next week. Didn't stop me smiling at it.
We're on Different Medication
My wife's stomach says yes and her head says no. Mine is the other way round. Same drug, different doses, almost opposite experience — and it explains why she can leave food on a plate and I can't.
The Clean Plate Rule
Mounjaro doesn't replace a calorie deficit, it just makes one easier to hold. Turns out my actual problem isn't breakfast or lunch. It's what happens to whatever's left on the plate at dinner.
I Thought Cornflakes Were the Diet Option
Two slices of buttered toast versus a bowl of cornflakes and half a pint of milk. I assumed the cereal was the lighter choice. Then I actually weighed the bowl.