Beyond Mounjaro Diary | Week 9: Holding It All

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

The swelling came out of nowhere; pressing on my throat, pressing on my voice, pressing pause on the medication. Juniper told me to stop until my scan. I decided to stop for good. Because I know my body, and I know the risks.

That doesn’t erase the progress. I’ve dropped 10kg in just over 2.5 months. 💪🏽 And let’s be real, I was already moving before the injections. I’d kicked my snacking habit. Started intermittent fasting. Mounjaro helped by killing the sugar cravings, but it was never the whole story.

The story is me.

The discipline.

The daily grind.

The choice to keep showing up.

So here we are: Beyond Mounjaro. A new chapter. The same goal. Because the path can change. The goal doesn’t. 🖤

When the Maths Doesn’t Add Up

Here’s the truth: this week was a slog. Motivation flatlined. Mood in the gutter. The scales ticked up — barely, but enough to make me question everything.

And it wasn’t for lack of trying. I doubled my workouts. 5km (3.1 miles) with strength training in the morning. Another 2 miles in the evening. I even laced up for a boxing workout. Normally that’s my thing. This time? I dragged myself in, then tapped out before the end. 🥊💤

I’ve kept my calories in check, sometimes too much. So why the gain?

🥖 Was it the carbs I let slip?

💥 The stress boiling under my skin?

💉 Or is this the first ripple of life after Mounjaro?

Or maybe it’s the body being clever holding onto fuel because I’m not giving it enough. Bodies aren’t calculators. They’re survival machines. And right now mine is in survival mode.

Closing Week 9

This wasn’t a week of wins. Not on the scale. Not in the gym. Not in life.

But here’s what matters: I’m still here. Still walking. Still lifting. Still writing. Still showing up.

And maybe that’s the lesson of Week 9 — that survival counts too. That some weeks don’t look like triumph, but they’re proof you didn’t quit.

Because sometimes the bravest thing isn’t pushing harder. It’s holding on.