Saturday was completely written off. Like, stamped, shredded, and sent back to sender. Why? Because yours truly thought it was a good...

Alright, buckle in, darling, because JABatha Christie is about to serve you Day 65: The Nausea Games, and as always, it’s a full...

Again, slept like a baby – which in my world apparently means waking up tired, confused, and wondering who swapped my body for a sack of...

BREAKING NEWS The scales have betrayed me. Yes, dear readers, after nine weeks of injections, food noise slayage, and a near...

Oh hello, my lovely chaos companions - welcome to Day 63, otherwise known as the day I proved I am both hopelessly romantic and mildly...

Well my darlings, today was supposed to be uneventful. A chill, nothing-to-see-here Monday. Spoiler alert: it was not. First off, I...

Good evening, Jabbers. Reporting live from the Land of Cushions, Collagen, and Chaos. Today was… a lot. Let’s begin. Morning Mayhem: The...

Oh my word. Strap in, my dear readers, because Jabatha has lived through two days of pure chaos that could easily be turned into a...

Well, well, well. Day 55 and I have officially crossed into a parallel dimension: the dimension where food noise exists. Let me tell you,...

Wow. We had another full moon cat podcast at 3am this morning. Honestly, Ruby was chatting away like she’s hosting Radio Meow FM. Who is...

Confession time: I abandoned you for three days. Friday was swallowed whole by work (and not in a good, bao-bun way), then Saturday and...

Ladies, gentlemen, cats, and protein bowls that nobody asked for - can we just take a dramatic pause and acknowledge something? 50 DAYS....

Whoaaaaah. Day 49 and the virus is still playing WrestleMania in my body. Honestly, it’s like COVID had an affair with perimenopause,...

Week 6 Weigh-In: -2lbs (Total: 16.3lbs / 7.4kg Gone!) Well, well, well… look who’s back on the scales, still clinging to life despite a...

First of all: apologies, my beloved jabbers, for not posting every day. I know, I know - the suspense must have been killing you. But...

This morning’s wake-up call was less “birds chirping in the sunshine” and more “a certain furry someone’s butt parked directly on my...

Week 4 Weigh-In: The One Where I Graduate to the Big Jab Ladies, gents, and fellow jabbers… Week 4 weigh-in is in the bag. And the...

Woke up at 5 a.m. for absolutely no reason other than my body enjoys torment. My nose was blocked, my throat was sore, my mouth was so...

Last night was one for the medical history books. Shivers, fever, headache, sore throat - basically my body had gone full “Windows is...

Last night, in a move both glamorous and vaguely medical, I slapped a fresh estrogen patch squarely onto my right butt cheek. Felt like a...