Coming out of covid was rough. Mama packed on a shit ton of weight. Granted, it was a time when a weekly delivery of a case of rosé was essential. It was also a time when I fell in love with my now husband. We cooked, we ate, we drank, and we made silly TikToks, it was all organic and it was just us and the kids.
By the fall of 2022, I was back in the office and starting to seriously feel the repercussions of my overindulgent year at home. Throw in the extra bonus of hot flashes and peri. Ignoring the obvious, I asked my doctor why I was gaining so much weight and that it must be that I’m starting to get Type 2 since it runs in the fam. My doctor turned to me and was like, hey wanna try this amazing new drug? It will help kick-start a weight loss journey.
[queue romantic, deep love music]
hello lover, hello mounjaro.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
So back then, I was getting that shit with a coupon so for only $25 a month (4 injections), I was straight up pimpin. The weight was coming off. It was like a butterfly shedding its cocoon. For someone who has struggled on and off again with weight, this was everything. By early 2023 I started to see a new person in the mirror. I got some botox and some lip injections to accommodate this newborn feeling I had about myself.
And then, I got laid off from my job. I was blindsided after eight years. And if you know me, I always go “all in”. So I had some more free time to focus on myself. Fuck yeah.
And then a transition in my life seriously occurred. I started working out (ok, don’t get too excited, I do yoga and pilates cuz I’m basic AF). I went on a spiritual journey to Israel with an incredible group of women. I tied the knot with my love in a small and beautiful ceremony with our close friends and family.
click, tap, inject.
In total, I’ve lost about 60 lbs. And no one talks about this but since I have started mounjaro, guess how many hot flashes I have had?
zero.
So for the last two years, with the help of my trusty pen, injections, and motivation, I have taken care of the outside. And, I must say, I’m quite pleased with the results. I can say that, right?
Even before I started on this journey I was in therapy, and I still am. Anxiety is a bitch. While I don’t take any medication for it, I find therapy incredibly useful. But I think the work needs to come from within.
Although it’s been an incredible external metamorphosis, there is so much work on this inside that needs to be done. Every day I try. There is no magic injection for what goes inside my head. Fuck I wish there was.
disbih might have to file for (self work) unemployment. one step at a time.