Five months ago, I stepped on the scales and saw a number I’d been expertly pretending didn’t exist: 135kg.
Today, I’m around 112kg. The graph is deeply satisfying in a very nerdy way. It’s just a calm, sensible line trending steadily downwards, to the tune of a bit over 22kg gone in about three or four months.
No drama, no cliff edges, just quiet, consistent progress.
Which, as it turns out, is the good kind.
Yes, I’m on Mounjaro. And yes, it’s been a big part of this. But the biggest surprise hasn’t been the number on the scale. It’s how weirdly… peaceful food has become.
Let’s get the obvious bit out of the way first. Side effects. I’ve been lucky. A bit of nausea here and there, mostly early on, but nothing that’s stopped me living my life or made me regret the decision. When you read some of the stories online, I’m very aware I’ve had a comparatively easy run of it.
The real change has been in my day-to-day behaviour, and more importantly, in my head.
Crisps and random snacking have mostly just… faded out of my life. Fizzy drinks are gone entirely, not because I’m being virtuous, but because I genuinely don’t fancy them anymore. Lunch is often either very light or doesn’t happen at all, simply because I’m not hungry. And as a bonus feature I didn’t order but very much appreciate, the reflux I used to suffer from has improved massively, which I’ll happily blame on eating like a vaguely sensible adult for once.
The strangest part is how quiet food has become. It used to be a constant background process running in my brain. What’s next, what’s in the cupboard, what can I grab quickly. Now it feels more like a polite suggestion than a relentless notification system. I eat when I want to, not because my brain is nagging me like an overenthusiastic product manager.
There’s also a more important change that doesn’t show up on the chart.
I actually feel good about myself again.
Not in a “cue inspirational music and slow-motion jogging” way. More in a calm, slightly surprised, “oh… this is working” way. I’ve still got about 12kg to go before I’m out of the “officially obese” category, which feels like a pretty decent milestone. I’m not done, I’m not claiming victory, and I’m definitely not buying skinny jeans. But for the first time in a long time, this feels achievable rather than theoretical.
And no, before you ask, I’m still not going to the beach. I don’t want to risk them trying to float me back out to sea and fitting me with a tracker. Let’s not tempt fate.
I do want to be very clear about one thing though. I know I’m one of the lucky ones. Not everyone tolerates these meds well. Not everyone gets results like this. Not everyone can access them at all. This isn’t a miracle cure story or a sales pitch. It’s just an honest update from someone who’s finally found something that’s shifted both the numbers and the mindset.
What Mounjaro has really given me isn’t just a smaller appetite. It’s taken away the constant fight with food, made better choices feel easier, turned down the mental noise, and helped me feel more like myself again.
The scale is nice. The graph is very satisfying. But the real win is that food no longer runs the meeting.
I’m not finished yet. But for the first time in years, I’m pretty confident I’m actually going to get there