Slightly different post today my fellow Jabbers! A bit of a reflection really… Ah, Mounjaro. The tiny weekly syringe that launched a thousand lifestyle overhauls - part miracle, part menace, all drama. The jab that promised control, calm, and confidence… and delivered a side order of nausea, introspection, and burps that could rattle crockery. When I started, I imagined Mounjaro would turn me into that woman - you know the one: sipping lemon water, glowing like she’s sponsore

Wow. What. A. Night. Friends, Romans, Jabbers… lend me your disinfectant. Because I have survived the feline equivalent of a zombie apocalypse - but with more hairballs and less sense of mercy. Let’s start with the obvious: I did not sleep. At all. Well, maybe there was an hour in there somewhere, sandwiched between the sounds of retching, the frantic scrabble of paws, and me muttering, “Oh God, not again,” into a roll of kitchen towel. My poor baby Ruby - Queen of Chaos, Duc

A JABatha Christie Original: Thursday, Sponsored by Fatigue, Felines, and Fear of Coldwater. My darling Jabbers, we’ve made it to Day 92. Ninety-two whole days of jabs, naps, soup, and the occasional near-death experience with carpet vomit. And speaking of carpets - you’ll be delighted to know that there was no sick today! A small victory in the household, as I awoke to Ruby’s usual 5am Podcast of Chaos (working title: Purring, Shuffling, and Random Headbutts: The Feline Awak

The Scale Betrayal Chronicles My darling Jabbers, gather round. I have news. Grim, unjust, soul-crushing news. After a week of saintly behaviour - salads, water, not even sniffing a biscuit - I stepped on the scales this morning and… nothing. Not an ounce. Not a gram. Not even the faint suggestion of a wobble in the right direction. The number glared back at me, smug and unchanging, as if to say, “Cute try, darling. But no.” Now, I know, I know - “weight loss isn’t linear,” “

My darling Jabbers, please forgive my radio silence these past four days - I assure you I have neither joined a cult nor eloped with a breadstick. It’s simply been… two lazy days and two crazy days. A true yin and yang of Mounjaro life. The scales of chaos and calm delicately balanced atop a pile of cat sick, mashed potatoes, and questionable decision-making. Let’s dive in. Saturday: The Day of the Sick Cat and Cancelled Zen The day began as all great tragedies do: with a noi

Ah, Day 85. A day that began with feline chaos, ended under a duvet, and somewhere in between involved a monumental personal victory, a...

Apologies for the radio silence, my fellow Jabbers! I have been under the weather - and not in a poetic, “moody raincloud over a Paris...

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Alright, buckle up my darling Watsons, because Day 69 isn’t just another diary entry – this is the origin story of JABatha Christie. The...

Well my darlings, today was supposed to be a productive “office-ready, power-suit, boss-lady” kind of day. But instead, the universe...

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

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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...