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by JABatha Christie
This blog shares my personal experience with Mounjaro. It’s not medical advice or affiliated with any pharmaceutical company.



Day 150-195: The 46-Day Disappearance, the Virus That Wouldn’t F* Off, and the Era of Me Becoming a Victorian Orphan
Strap in. Cancel plans. Text your loved ones. Hydrate aggressively. This post is going to be LONGER, LOUDER, UNHINGED, UNEDITED, and EXTREMELY JABatha. Right. FIRST THINGS FIRST. Admin. Housekeeping. Clearing the air. YES - I am aware I vanished. NO - this was not a creative sabbatical. NO - this was not a “strategic pause”. NO - this was not a soft launch of mystery, intrigue, or personal rebrand. NO - I did not go on Eat Pray Love. If anything, I went on Cough Wheeze Dissoc
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5 days ago6 min read


Week 27 Weigh-in - dose 10mg
Weekly Weigh-In: Week 27 - AKA: The One Where My Brain Took Annual Leave and My Body Kept the Receipts Well hello there. It’s me. Alive. Mostly. Emerging slowly from the fog like a Victorian child with a fainting couch and a dramatic sigh. Yes. SIX WEEKS. Six whole weeks since my last blog post. Week 21 feels like a previous era. A different season of life. Possibly a different government. Before anyone panics: I did not fall off the planet, I did not rage-quit the internet,
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6 days ago3 min read


Day 134 & 135: From Stranger Things, Feeling Cold, Queasy, to Counting Down to Poland & Packing Panic
Thursday – Day 134: A human popsicle, a headache, and the emotional support of Stranger Things. I woke up Thursday feeling like a weak Victorian child who needed broth and a blanket and perhaps a fainting couch to dramatically collapse onto. Bit headachy, a touch fragile, and honestly the perfect candidate to star in a tragic Netflix documentary called “Not Today, Immune System”. And of course, I cannot be ill now. Absolutely not. Universe, LISTEN - I have Poland coming up. S
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Nov 28, 20254 min read


Day 131: The Day I Became a Human Penguin
Monday. Office day. Also known as the weekly episode of “Will I Survive The Mounjaro Freeze or Become a Decorative Ice Sculpture Found in Zone 2?” Honestly, the way this jab has turned me into a walking glacier should qualify me for some sort of winter survival show. I slept in TWO layers of clothes, plus a duvet, plus a blanket, plus the heating on full blast. At this point I’m basically sleeping inside my own personal Michelin Man cosplay. And STILL I was cold. I woke up at
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Nov 25, 20254 min read


Day 129 & 130: The Weekend Of Hair, Phones, Pizza, Vomit, Cats, Zombies & Mounjaro Madness.
Saturday began with the kind of early start that makes you question your entire identity. Who books a hair appointment for 9am on a Saturday? I guess… me. Clearly I hate myself. Dragged myself out of bed, muttering something violent in the direction of my alarm, and immediately clutched my collagen coffee like it was an emotional support beverage. Honestly, at this point I don’t even know if collagen works but if it stops one hair from thinking about running away from my head
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Nov 24, 20255 min read


Day 128: The Prosecco Poltergeist, the Mini Rescue Mission & Molly’s Dental Drama
Thank GOD it’s Friday! And what a Friday it was - the kind of day that starts with you thinking, “Oh, I didn’t drink that much prosecco last night,” and ends with you clutching the kitchen counter like a Victorian heroine fainting at the sight of a corset. I genuinely didn’t think I drank that much. I was fine when I got home! Totally coherent, totally functional, totally not-on-the-verge-of-calling-myself-an-Uber-to-my-own-front-door. But no - the prosecco and all the rich f
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Nov 23, 20254 min read


Day 127: The Arctic Office Expedition, Bacon Rolls, Barbarella & The Case of the Homeless Mini
Ohhhh buckle up, my darlings, because Thursday – DAY 127 served weather trauma, fashion excellence, public transport emotional damage, and Mounjaro-fuelled digestive foreshadowing. A buffet of chaos. A tasting menu of survival. A chef’s kiss of JABatha-level melodrama. Waking Up: The Ruby Radio Show™ Alarm goes off. Ruby immediately switches into her BREAKFAST BROADCAST MODE, like she’s about to read the 6am headlines on BBC News. Except the headlines are: “Mummy, I want snac
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Nov 21, 20254 min read


Week 18 Weigh-in - dose 10mg
Weigh-In Week 18: The Tale Of The DISAPPEARING JABatha My darlings, gather round. Week 18 has arrived, and once again the scales have spoken, beeped, flashed, and declared: another 2.2lbs has left my body like a disgruntled tenant who finally realised they haven’t paid rent since 2016. This brings the grand total to a deliriously theatrical: 30.9lbs lost 14 entire kilograms evicted from my person - the equivalent of an ENTIRELY UNNECESSARY amount of mass that I will now compa
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Nov 21, 20253 min read


Day 117-119: MON-TUE-WED: The Trilogy Nobody Asked For
A three-day saga of pain, drama, collagen powder and bacon-roll trauma. Let me start with this: I had to squeeze three days into one post because life decided to throw me into a blender set on “puree.” Honestly the first half of this week was so horrendous - at work and outside - that I’m convinced I briefly astral-projected out of my own body, looked at myself, and said: “No babe… not today.” But hey, it happens to the best of us, right? MONDAY — Aka: Who Woke Me Up at 5am a
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Nov 14, 20254 min read


Day 115 & 116: A JABatha Christie Production: Featuring Dose 10mg, Netflix, Coma-Level Fatigue & a Surprise Duvet Puke Plot Twist.
Darling readers, gather round. Let Auntie JABatha pour herself a rum and Coke (because wine is now as welcome to my body as a wasp at a picnic) and tell you the tale of The Laziest Weekend Known to Humanity™ - brought to you by Dose 10mg, the pharmaceutical equivalent of being unplugged from the mains. Because WOW. Saturday (Day 115): I woke up… and immediately questioned my life choices. Specifically: Why did I increase to 10mg? Why does my arm feel like it’s been been used
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Nov 14, 20253 min read


Day 114: The Great Jab Day Migration & The Butt of Doom
Well, my darlings… it’s official. Thursday Jab Day has been retired. Gone. Over. Finished. He served me faithfully for 16 dramatic, bloated, and occasionally constipated weeks - but the time has come for change. Yes, I, JABatha Christie, have switched allegiance. The new era has dawned. Welcome to Friday Jab Day - same needle, new vibe. Thursday evenings were becoming… too much. The pressure. The anticipation. Jabbing too late. The emotional rollercoaster of weigh-ins, self-r
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Nov 7, 20253 min read


Day 113: The Day of Facing Fears (and Soupy Betrayal)
Ah, Thursday. The day formerly known as Jab Day, the day of office appearances, and apparently, the day I decided to become the fearless heroine of my own anxiety-inducing action film. Scene One: The Dawn of Courage (and Cat Chaos) It began, as all heroic journeys do, with an alarm. At 5 a.m. sharp, the delightful sound of my phone shrieking through the darkness like an angry robot demanding productivity. Of course, my first alarm had already gone off much earlier - not elect
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Nov 7, 20254 min read


Week 16 Weigh-in - dose 7.5mg
Weigh-In Week 16: The Great Plateau Has Fallen! Friends, Romans, jabbed countrymen – lend me your needles! For I come bearing miraculous news. After three long, gruelling weeks of emotional turmoil, quiet rage, and dramatic sighing in front of my bathroom mirror, the scales have finally moved. Yes. After being trapped in a weight-loss desert - where the only thing shrinking was my patience - I have finally lost 1.8 lbs this week, bringing my glorious grand total to 27.6 lbs (
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Nov 7, 20252 min read


Day 106-111: The JABatha Resurfaces (Slightly Unhinged, Very Traumatised, But Still Fabulous)
Oh, my darlings! Before we begin - apologies for the radio silence! I know, I know. You probably thought I’d jabbed myself into another dimension or eloped with a pharmacist. But no. I’ve simply been living through a six-day emotional rollercoaster that made the Tower of Terror look like a gentle carousel. Buckle up - this is going to be a long one. Thursday Day 106 - Weigh-In and Jab Day: The Scales of Injustice Thursday dawned with hope, promise, and the faint whiff of desp
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Nov 5, 20255 min read


Day 105: Of Rats, Radio waves, and Random ADHD Chaos
Ah, the sweet joy of working from home - also known as “the illusion of peace until your cat decides you’ve slept enough.” This morning, I was deep in a glorious dream involving a spa, Idris Elba, and unlimited snacks that somehow didn’t count as calories… when BAM! Molly the Cat decided I was her breakfast butler. Full leap, claws of doom, right onto my stomach. “FEED ME, WOMAN!” So naturally, I stumbled out of bed half-asleep, hair resembling a tumbleweed, muttering somethi
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Oct 30, 20254 min read


Day 104: Jabatha vs. The MRI Coffin, the Katsu Regret & the £66 Uber of Doom
Well, hello darkness my old friend - literally. Because that’s what greeted me at 5am this morning. Again. Dragged myself out of bed expecting to trip over a cat or three… and nothing. Not a whisker in sight. Weird, I thought. Had they finally run away to a better life? But then it hit me - the heating! We had the radiators on last night because winter is creeping in, and I bet my last Mounjaro pen those little furballs were welded to them like fluffy hot water bottles. Hones
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Oct 29, 20254 min read


Day 103: The Chronicles of JABatha vs. Monday: The Frozen Shoulder Edition
Ah, Day 103. Otherwise known as: “Why am I awake at 5am when I could be a cat?” After a gloriously lazy Sunday filled with Netflix marathons, cat cuddles that verged on emotional therapy, and zero ambition to do anything productive, my Monday morning self was not thriving. When the alarm went off at 5, I had an out-of-body experience. I could see myself in bed, wrapped up like a burrito of denial, muttering, “No. Absolutely not.” But in a true Jabatha Christie style, I rose f
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Oct 29, 20254 min read


Day 101 & 102: The Weekend Extravaganza
(A JABatha Christie special: starring toast, gastroparesis, and one delusional Cruella De Vil) Wow. What. A. Weekend. Honestly, if there were medals for surviving chaos wrapped in glitter and digestive failure - I’d be a gold medallist by now. Saturday - The Witching Hour Begins 🧙♀️🎶 It started slow… too slow. A lazy Saturday morning, the calm before the storm. I had plans - big plans - but my stomach apparently had other ones, namely, “let’s retch dramatically for no reas
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Oct 27, 20256 min read


Day 100: Vomit, Victory & Very Questionable Life Choices - 100 days jabbed, bloated, and still standing (barely).
Well, my darling Jabbers… we made it. ONE. HUNDRED. DAYS. A whole century of jabs, cravings, burps, plateaus, triumphs, and toilets. And how did I celebrate this momentous milestone, you ask? By starting the morning with my head in the toilet. No, not because of champagne or questionable kebabs. Not even because I wanted to admire my new toilet duck. But because my stomach decided, “You know what would be fun? Let’s expel everything she’s eaten since August.” It was like a ga
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Oct 24, 20254 min read


Day 99: The Day I Drove Through a Lake, Ate a Croissant, and Questioned My Life Choices
Ah, my darling Jabbers. We meet again. Day 99. Ninety-nine days of jabs, bloating, burping, bravery, and now… rain. So much rain. Let’s dive right in (quite literally, as you’ll soon see). 5am - Rise and Whine: Another 5am wake-up. Why? Who am I trying to impress? The King? The sunrise? Nevertheless, I heroically rolled out of bed, muttering obscenities and negotiating with my knees, who were not in the mood to bend. First mission of the day: weigh-in. And let me tell you - t
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Oct 24, 20254 min read
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