I can now see my jawline again thanks to my weight-loss jab

After three weeks, I have lost around 4.5 per cent of my body weight – and I’m not even missing chocolate

Last week, I wrote about my experience with Mounjaro, one of the so-called “miracle” weight-loss jabs. In the days that followed, I was delighted to hear from doctors and pharmacists that my piece had caused a huge spike in interest. There is no shame in doing anything that makes you healthier, whatever the cynics say. Hundreds of readers contacted me and I will get back to you as soon as I can (as well as providing regular updates here of my progress). Although, perhaps, I won’t reply to the gentleman who saw my picture and commented, “She needs a new bra.”
That bra, Sir, is Rigby & Peller. If it was good enough for our beloved late Queen Elizabeth, it’s good enough to try and restrain the Pearson coastal shelf. My (F-) cup overfloweth… but shrinketh soon.
After three weeks, I weighed myself on Friday and I’d lost half a stone. Around 4.5 per cent of my body weight. Admittedly, most of that is chins. It’s good to see my jawline again. And it’s a hell of a lot cheaper than a facelift. 
Apart from constipation – Vitamin C before bed, prune juice and Fybogel sort that out – I’m lucky not to have any of the other side-effects associated with the use of semaglutide and tirzepatide. None of the disgusting, volcanic “sulphur burps”. So I have decided to stick with the lowest possible dose for the next five weeks because my appetite is amazingly suppressed at this level and some people who are in a hurry to race up through the doses end up chained to the lavatory.
Hopefully, in the process I am unshackling myself from the ravening Cookie Monster and retraining my appetite for when I go it alone. I am eating mainly protein, getting most of my carbs from vegetables and, astonishingly, not missing chocolate. Without my regular sugar fix, which I mistook for happiness, I definitely feel calmer too.
The only pain involved is from twice-weekly weight training at the gym. After Friday’s punishing session on a sort of compressed-squat/leg machine, I’m hobbling down the stairs like Dick Emery in heels.
When Oprah Winfrey came out and admitted to taking weight-loss drugs to aid her in a lifelong battle with obesity, she reported that, one day, she had been offered a sweet treat and turned it down. “Maybe this is how normal people feel,” she marvelled. That rings true to me. Who knows, maybe Mounjaro’s real superpower is the ability to make you feel blessedly normal.
PS: Please let me know how you’re getting on if you’ve decided to try Mounjaro or Ozempic. We can all learn from each other’s successes and setbacks. Onwards and downwards!