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

Ah, Wednesday. Bin day. The day of domestic glamour and olfactory challenges. I awoke to the gentle purr of Ruby - my sweet, spewy alarm clock - perched elegantly upon my chest. A vision of feline serenity… until I realised she had once again redecorated the carpet. And, for added flair, the freshly washed duvet. With undigested food. Truly, a multi-sensory experience. Poor baby. Although… between her nausea and my appetite swings, I’m beginning to suspect she’s been sneaking

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

The Case of the Disappearing Me (Down 25.8 lbs!) Twelve weeks. Three months. 84 days of needles, nausea, dry heaving, and cats sitting on...

Worked from home today, which sounds relaxing in theory - in reality, it was a phlegm-filled, retch-powered symphony of coughs, wheezes...

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

Slept like an absolute baby, with the chunky feline butt of Ruby the Purring Machine firmly planted on my chest. Honestly, if there were...

Day 77. WOW. Let’s talk about sevens. In numerology, a single 7 means wisdom, intuition, and spiritual awakening. Basically, it’s the...

The Case of the Disappearing Pounds Ladies, gents, and fellow detectives in the true crime meets true carbs universe, gather round: we’ve...

Seventy. Days. On. Mounjaro. Can we just take a moment? Because at this point, I feel like I should be receiving a telegram from the...

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

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

Wow. Sixty days on a jab. SIXTY. I feel like I should get a medal, or at least a badge that says “Ask me about my suppressed appetite and...

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...

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

Ahhhh, my own bed. Slept like a baby… except for the traditional wake-up call: a cat butt in my face. Oh, how I missed it. Truly, nothing...

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...