Week 15 Weigh-in - dose 7.5mg

Weigh-In Week 15: The Great Plateau Panic!

Well.

Here we are.

Week 15.

Three.

Whole.

Weeks.

Of. NOTHING.

AGAIN!

Not a single gram.

Not even the faintest whisper of a decimal.

The scales just sat there this morning, mocking me in complete silence, like “You again?”

Honestly, at this point, I think my bathroom scales are gaslighting me.

I’ve cleaned them.

I’ve moved them.

I’ve whispered affirmations at them.

I even stepped on one foot first just to see if they’d show mercy.

Nope.

Nada.

Zilch.

Zero movement since week 12.

How is this possible when I’ve been living off vibes, caffeine, and protein yogurt?

When my dinner some nights has been a singular grape and a whiff of someone else’s takeaway?

Even my cat Molly is starting to look concerned.

She watches me weigh myself like, “She’s doing it again.

Someone call a vet.”

At first, I blamed hormones.

Then water retention.

Then maybe the moon being in retrograde.

But after three weeks of the scales behaving like a stubborn ex, I’m starting to think my body has entered hostile protest mode.

Like, “Nah babe, we’re staying right here until further notice.”

Let’s not forget, I’ve been exercising!

Okay, maybe not intensely, but I did walk briskly to the fridge several times and broke a sweat trying to get my jeans on the other morning.

That counts.

The audacity, though.

Week 15 and Mounjaro has me plateaued like I’m parked on a scenic overlook of Mount Stucksville.

It’s giving metabolic mystery.

It’s giving “you’re joking, right?” It’s giving “how dare you.”

So here’s what I’ve decided:

Next week, we’re manifesting movement.

We’re shaking things up.

Maybe I’ll do a ritual dance under the full moon holding a protein shake. Maybe I’ll level up to 10mg and scare my appetite into submission.

Maybe I’ll just throw the scales out the window and declare victory anyway.

Either way, I refuse to let three weeks of nothing steal my sass.

Because the truth is - I feel lighter.

My clothes fit better.

My energy’s up.

My ADHD brain is calmer.

So the scales can keep their secrets for now.

But fair warning, if week 16 doesn’t deliver, I’m weighing myself in full witch attire with crystals and sage.

We’re exorcising this plateau.

Next week I’m officially moving up to the 10mg jab - so let’s see if that finally gets this show on the road!

With Love,

JABatha Christie your resident weight-loss detective and part-time carb enthusiast.