Week 4 Weigh-in - dose 2.5mg

Week 4 Weigh-In: The One Where I Graduate to the Big Jab

Ladies, gents, and fellow jabbers…

Week 4 weigh-in is in the bag.

And the result? A grand, glittering, gasp-worthy… - 0.9 lbs.

Yes, I know. Not exactly the jaw-dropping, slow-motion, triumphant “big reveal” moment you get on those weight loss shows - no confetti cannons, no inspirational music swelling in the background, no one handing me a bouquet while I burst into tears.

Instead, I just stared at the scale and went: “Huh.”

But here’s the thing - progress is progress.

Even glaciers move forward, and I like to think of myself as a particularly glamorous glacier.

So, I’ll take that - 0.9 lbs and strut it like I just won a beauty pageant.

That brings my total loss so far to -12.1 lbs.

Twelve pounds!

That’s basically one particularly judgmental house cat or a large butternut squash.

It’s also enough weight that I’ve started noticing little differences in the mirror - clothes fitting differently, face looking slightly less like I’ve been living entirely on bread and tears.

And today isn’t just weigh-in day.

Oh no.

Today is graduation day.

I am officially moving up to the big leagues: the 5mg jab 💉.

The last four weeks on 2.5mg have been pretty smooth sailing.

Completely suppressed appetite, a few side effects that were more mildly annoying than apocalyptic.

But now? Now we’re entering the “unknown territory” part of the voyage. Will I get nausea?

Will I get dizziness?

Will I be able to smell colours and hear Wi-Fi signals?

Only time will tell.

My appetite is already low enough that I sometimes have to remind myself to eat, so the idea of being less hungry is fascinating.

Will I just stand in front of the fridge, not even opening it, just… admiring it from afar?

Will I forget entire food groups exist?

Will my grocery bill plummet to the point where the supermarket starts sending “We miss you” cards?

Either way, I’m ready.

So here’s to - 0.9 lbs, to -12.1 lbs total, to progress in all its forms - whether it’s fast, slow, or somewhere in between.

And here’s to my shiny new 5mg jab, which I suspect is either going to make me feel like a weight loss wizard… or a dramatic Victorian invalid lying on the sofa, fanning myself while whispering, “Fetch me some herbal tea, I’m unwell.”

Stay tuned. This could get interesting.

To be continued…

With Love,

JABatha Christie