I came really late to caring about clothes. Which made my Endoraesque grandma despair of me in another direction , but I've upped my game a bit now. I thought it was, like, really quiet for the holidays on here, but I got logged out.(I was about an hour from climbing through the thread ceiling like Bender all "You didn't come here to hunt, did you?" and, also, yay for my huge list of passwords)

Ozempic update: Semaglutides were no match for the power of pie, mashed potatoes and the damn box of See's candy sent to us. Backsliding occurred. The plan is to try to hold serve during the holidays but I'll have to do better than that.

This is why I have to track my food. That way I have a ballpark idea of where my intake is for most days. (On Thanksgiving I didn't bother to track what I ate, since it's one day and I was by god going to eat pie and then eat pie again watching football later that night.) But I also know some people don't track food because it makes them too obsessive and makes them feel like they're on the outskirts of eating disorder territory. My own personal brain is a little too lax to not track.

I increased my dose from 2.5 mg to 5.0 mg this week, and so far no bad GI side effects have happened, hooray! Still holding steady at 28 pounds down since May, 18 of which is since I started Zepbound in August.