Zero workouts. Zero weigh-ins. And yet this week was anything but empty. I travelled to be with family, to sit in the ache of loss and...

Week 10 was a blur. I kept working out, yes, in my bra and knickers 💪🏽🩲, and pushing through with my appetite still low. Part Mounjaro...

Eight weeks. That’s how long I called this journey my Mounjaro Diary.  And then my thyroid gate-crashed the party. 🩺 The swelling came...

Monday The Wobble Starts  🌀 Another week, another plot twist in my Mounjaro journey — except this time, it wasn’t my weight or my...