Have I Forgotten About Mounjaro?

Judging by my last few blog posts, you'd be forgiven for thinking I'd quietly binned off Mounjaro and become one of those people who spends every waking hour in the gym talking about protein.

Don't panic. I'm still taking it and going the gym hasn't quite become my entire personality. Yet!

In fact, I'm still on 7.5mg, exactly where I've been since April. I've never bothered to increase it, nor have I wanted to.

Contrary to what some people think and the way it is sometimes used, I've never wanted Mounjaro to completely eliminate my appetite.

I actually think that would make life pretty miserable and dangerous in the long term. I honestly can't see a world of coming off the medication without serious weight gain.

I really think you'd have to be on it for life (much to the delight of Eli Lily) or old habits would be back with a bang.

My goal has always been much simpler. I wanted it to take the edges off. To quieten the food noise. To stop my brain constantly negotiating with itself over whether a packet of biscuits counted as lunch.

And that's exactly what it's done.

Do I still get hungry? Absolutely.

If I didn't, I'd probably start worrying.

Do I still snack? Yep.

Occasionally.

Do I still walk past the chocolate aisle and think, "Ooo... I'd absolutely demolish a Dairy Milk right now."

Also yes. And I actually did that with a bar of Galaxy not 24 hours ago!

The difference is that thought now lasts about thirty seconds. Not three hours.

Before Mounjaro, food noise was like having a toddler constantly tugging at your sleeve.

"Go on... have a biscuit."

"You've worked hard today."

"One takeaway won't hurt."

"You're starting your diet properly on Monday anyway."

Repeat. All. Day. Long.

Now?

Well, those thoughts still pop up. But they're just occasional visitors instead of permanent tenants.

And honestly...

That's exactly where I wanted to be.

Six Months Already?

On the 5th August, it'll officially be six months since I nervously gave myself that very first injection.

It feels like yesterday.

It also feels like about five years ago.

I've learnt so much over the last six months that I think it deserves a proper blog of its own, so keep an eye out for my full six-month update.

Looking back at where I started compared to where I am now is something I'm genuinely looking forward to writing.

It's Not Just the Jab

Something else people often ask me is what supplements I take.

Now, before anyone thinks I've become one of those fitness influencers with a cupboard that looks like a branch of Holland & Barrett...

My routine is actually pretty simple.

Every day I've been taking:

* Collagen

* Creatine

* A multivitamin

* Omega-3

That's it.

Nothing revolutionary.

No magic powder harvested from the Himalayan mountains. Just a handful of supplements that fit alongside everything else I'm doing.

Back to Reality...

After my trip to Goodwood, reality arrived with all the subtlety of a slap round the face.

Pizza.

Wagamamas.

More carbs than I care to calculate.

An incredible weekend.

An equally incredible calorie surplus.

Did I enjoy it?

Every single mouthful.

Did I panic afterwards?

Not at all.

Old me would've declared the diet ruined and convinced myself I'd "start again Monday." Before following up with one last disgusting blow out!

New me simply decided to set myself a little challenge.

Nothing dramatic..... well I say nothing dramatic, but its a big effin deal. I'm still shifting a huge mass around and if I actually get through it, I'll be absolutely buzzing!

But I'm aiming to run 5km every day for 10 days.

As I'm writing this, I'm halfway through.

Five days down. Five to go.

It's not about punishing myself for enjoying a weekend away. It's about getting straight back into good habits. Working towards the physique I want, rather than adding to the one I have.

There's a huge difference.

Nearly 30kg Gone...

Since 5th February, I've lost almost 30kg.

Typing that still feels surreal. I was in the gym a few nights back and actually went and picked up a 30kg dumbell. It really put things into perspective.

For anyone who's maybe not giving themselves as much credit as they deserve. I recommend picking something up that weighs the same as what you've lost.

Then give yourself the pat on the back!

But here's the part I'm probably even happier about.

According to the body composition machine at the gym, I've actually increased my muscle mass.

That's something people don't often talk about when it comes to GLP-1 medications.

Yes, weight loss is fantastic.

But it doesn't have to mean watching all your muscle disappear along with it.

Strength training.

Protein.

Consistency.

They all matter.

I'm still built like a potato.

Just... a considerably smaller potato that can now run 5km without needing to pre-book use of the uni's defibrillator "just in case".

The Bigger Picture

Mounjaro hasn't done the work for me. It's created the opportunity. It's turned the volume down enough for me to make better decisions. The gym has become routine. Walking has become something I enjoy rather than avoid. Food no longer dominates every waking thought.

For me, that's been the biggest victory of all. Because I've never wanted to stop eating. I've just wanted food to stop being the main character in my life.

Turns out...

7.5mg has been more than enough to help me do exactly that.

Anyway, I'll park it there for now and I'll write a more comprehensive update in a week or 2s time once the clock strikes 6 months.