Mounjaro Diary | Week 6: Fog, Fatigue & the Shift That Finally Came

The Week My Body Forced a Pause

If Week 5 was about patience, then Week 6 whispered a quieter kind of power: consistency, rest, and tuning in. It began in a haze that affected both the physical and emotional states. I had one of those days where even stringing a sentence together felt like wading through soup. My blood pressure dipped, the room spun, and everything felt off. It was not surprising that I hadn’t eaten enough, and my hydration levels were significantly low.

I tried to power through work because, well… single mum mode never really switches off. But my body ground to a halt. I had to pause, refuel my body, and forget about the number on the scale for the next day.

Health first. Always.

Old Cravings, New Perspective

The fog lingered through the weekend. I took it easy, skipped workouts, and reached for old comforts—crisps and chocolate. But neither hit the way they used to. In fact, the crisps tasted awful. And the chocolate? It felt emotionally flat. No comfort, no dopamine spike. I didn’t feel guilty. Just… different.

My cravings are shifting. The famous reward loop tied to food appears to be breaking down, in a subtle and unnoticed manner.

A One-Mile Promise Turned Three

Monday came with more of the same sluggishness. I didn’t want to get out of bed. Still tired, still foggy. But there was a small voice in me—equal parts motivational speaker and fed-up mother—that said, “Just try. Just one mile. It’s only 17 minutes.”

So I did.

And then I kept going.

Three miles later, I felt strong again. Not in a physical sense, but in a spiritual one. I ended the day on over 16,000 steps. My energy returned like a light switch flicking back on.

Carbs, The Scale & a Conversation with Myself

The next day brought the aftermath—aching muscles, sore shoulders, tired limbs. I didn’t fight it. I rested. I stretched. I used magnesium gel. What stung more than the aches was stepping on the scale and seeing it creep up.

Rice the night before? Probably. Water retention? Most likely. Still frustrating? Always.

I messaged Richelle, my Juniper coach, and she reminded me: carbs hold water. It’s not fat gain. It’s fluctuation.

The scale doesn’t always get the final word. But wow, it still tries.

Sweating Out the Doubt

Wednesday was redemption. I break my workout into a 1-mile run and a 2-mile run in the morning. I also do shoulder stretches to ease tension. Then, after dinner, I went back in—3 more miles with a weighted vest.

I sweated buckets. Didn’t leave the house and still hit over 11,000 steps. It wasn’t about burning calories. It was about proving something to myself.

I didn’t feel punished; I felt powerful.

Five Miles, No Regrets

Thursday brought everything full circle. I started the morning with a 2-mile walk followed immediately by a 1-mile walk. Later that evening, after dinner, I did another 2-mile session. This time, I wore the weighted vest again.

Five miles in total. All from home. All on my terms.

I felt tired, but not defeated. I was clear. I was proud. And best of all? The scale finally moved. Not dramatically. But noticeably. As if my body had quietly acknowledged all the work I’d put in and decided, “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Unhooking from the Scale Obsession

I also realised something else—I’ve become a bit too attached to the scale. That daily ritual has crept into obsession territory. So I’m dialling it back.

First, every other day. Then, once a week.

Because this isn’t about a number. It’s about feeling strong, capable, and calm in my own body. It’s about showing up for myself with care, not criticism.

And that shift?

That’s the one that is of great importance.

What Week 6 Taught Me

• Even in the fog, rest counts as progress.

• Cravings aren’t what they used to be—and that’s a good thing.

• The body responds… but on its own timeline.

• Five miles can fix a lot.

• The scale doesn’t get to set the tone anymore.