Beyond Mounjaro Diary | Week 11: Soft Places, Sweet Escapes

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 the quiet of memory. My cousin’s passing is still so fresh, and this week also marked 10 years since my mum left this world. On that day, I chose silence over spectacle. I sat with my brother and the staff who’ve stood by our family for 15+ years, not because they had to, but because they chose to. That kind of loyalty is its own kind of love. 💐

There was marble cake (so good I didn’t even pretend to feel guilty). 🍰

There were too many bottles of Fanta (the real sugary kind, the one that tastes like childhood summers, not the watered-down UK version). 🥤

There were daily massages at home, they were long, slow, no timer rushing me back to “productivity.” A reminder that rest can feel like rebellion. 💆🏽‍♀️✨

And most of all, there was switching off. No emails. No scales. Just presence.

This wasn’t about calorie burn or routines. This was about cherishing my mum, being present for my niece and cousins, and acknowledging that grief is a part of the path. Healing isn’t linear. Sometimes the body needs movement. Sometimes it needs cake. Sometimes it needs stillness and care. 💜

✨ Lesson for Week 12: Rest counts. Grief counts. Joy counts. I don’t “owe” a workout an apology. I owe myself gentleness as I take the next step forward.