(Not) Losing Myself

A short reflection on how months of Zepbound, consistency, and gym time have led to a noticeable physical transformation.

Reflections on increasing my Zepbound dosage to 12.5 mg, how my body is adjusting, and why connecting with others on the same journey matters.

A candid look at a frustrating weight-loss plateau, medication adjustments, and why stalled progress doesn’t mean failure.

Switching from Zepbound auto-injectors to vials: lower cost, tiny needles, extra overfill, and why the change feels easier and more empowering.

Traveling internationally on Zepbound: managing dose changes, minimizing side effects, keeping medication cold, and what worked during a multi-week trip.

One hundred days on Zepbound—stats, weight loss, and the emotional shift from food addiction toward feeling freer, healthier, and more honest with myself.

Clearing out clothes I wore to hide—day 97 felt like closing a chapter and making room for confidence.

10 mg was too much—side effects hit hard, so I’m dialing it back to 7.5 mg and focusing on what actually works for my body.

It’s a Christmas win! Day 51 is the first time I can actually see the changes in the mirror!

I’m shifting my shot day to better handle weekends for less second-guessing, smaller portions, and a strategy that feels more sustainable.

Almost a month in and my resting heart rate is down, anxiety feels quieter, the higher dose is settling in, and CrossFit is officially back.

Moving up to 5 mg—appetite suppression was fading, side effects have been manageable, and I’m jumping back into CrossFit to build strength.

Two weeks in, the scale bounces, food noise lingers, and I’m wrestling with the idea that using medication somehow counts as cheating.

A week in, the food noise whispers again—not loud, but noticeable—and I start figuring out what listening to my body actually feels like.

Day four surprise… I wasn’t eating nearly enough. Side effects hit, numbers didn’t lie, and I realized I had to relearn how to fuel my body.

Day one and it’s already working—less hunger, quieter food noise, a few mild side effects, and a cautious but real sense of optimism.

Day zero—taking my first Zepbound shot, eating a ’last meal,’ and sitting with the nerves of starting something that felt bigger than I expected.

The moment it clicked—why I finally asked my doctor about Zepbound, what pushed me past the fear, and how this whole journey really began.