The £50 Rack-of-Lamb Experiment
A restaurant meal where being full finally won the argument against finishing the plate.
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A restaurant meal where being full finally won the argument against finishing the plate.
A more visceral way of feeling the weight I've lost than a number on the scales: it's now more than the backpack I cycle to work with.
A ridiculous but genuine example of wanting food and choosing not to eat it anyway.
What the dose increase to 5mg did to my digestive system, and why I dropped back to 2.5mg.
Mounjaro changed the physical side of eating. It didn't install willpower - it just showed me how much of it I'd been using all along.
Mounjaro doesn't just kill appetite, it slows everything else down too. What that's actually meant for me, and whether reaching for Immodium on the bad days is a good idea when the gut's already running slow.
Mounjaro made physical hunger quieter, but my brain never got the memo.
A side effect I wasn't expecting: sulphurous, uncontrollable burps that arrive with zero warning - unlike every other burp I've ever had, which I can at least manage.
I have not become someone who treats food as fuel - I just started noticing that finishing a plate and being hungry are two different questions.
Why I never set myself a number to hit on Mounjaro, and what I actually want instead.