Day 4: The Case of the Missing Appetite & The Ghosted Curry

Well, last night was different...

Insomnia said "Let's party", and my energy said, "Absolutely not."

I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a bus made of rain and regret!

Since then, I have been running on fumes, spite and peppermint tea.

Appetite? Vanished. Mounjaro's suppression hit like a judge's gavel - final and dramatic. Couldn't even look at my beautiful, loyal protein bowl. The one that's been with me since Day1. The one that loves me back. Justice for Protein Bowl.

Went to a supermarket and...didn't fancy a single thing. Not even a rogue snack aisle flirtation. WHO AM I???

Drove past McDonald's and felt nothing. No tug. No whisper. Not even a seductive fry in the wind.

Dinner. Managed a few spoonfuls of butternut squash soup with wet spinach and chilli oil...

No salt added, bit it still tasted deeply salty - probably from my own personality at this point...

Then the ultimate betrayal: my boyfriend had my favourite curry for dinner. Normally I'd be levitating with desire, sniffing the air like a cartoon fox.

Tonight? NOT. A. TWITCH.

Curry: sizzling.

Me: emotionally flatlined.

Office tomorrow. With this gut? On this sleep? Wearing a real trousers??? Well...this should be fun!

Body status:

Wind: gusts strong enough to clear a room.

Constipation: I am now a walking archive of everything I have ever eaten. Honestly considering writing a breakup letter to my colon.

With Love,

JABatha Christie