Mounjaro Journey | Week 2: I Am the Angle

iammayasteele
Jun 23
3 min read

Updated: Jul 21

A moment that captures the Week 2 feels — the fight, the fatigue, the pause between rounds. Just like this boxer, I had to lean into the ropes, catch my breath, and remind myself I’m still standing. Because this journey isn’t about perfection — it’s about staying in the ring.

🟨This Week’s Mood

It’s week two on Mounjaro - and no, I haven’t dropped two dress sizes or unlocked a magical six-pack.

But something is shifting, and I can feel it.

The nerves about injecting myself? Gone. The needle slips in now, and I hardly register it. I find it best to take a deep breath. Then, as I put the needle in, I breathe through it. The nausea is still there, lingering like a dull radio hum, but I’m learning to move with it. I’m moving with determination.

🟩 What Actually Happened

Let’s talk about the scales. Or should I say… scales, plural.

I now have three in my bathroom:

The Juniper one (very polite, part of the welcome pack).
One that calculates BMI, providing factual information with a hint of judgement.
And my OG scale — the one that’s been giving me side-eye for years

It functions as a committee at this point.

They haven’t exactly thrown me a celebration yet. But in all honesty? I’ve found I enjoy stepping on them after my 6am workouts in my favourite Sweaty Betty's. I only do it when nobody is watching.

Why? Because while the numbers are still modest, my body is talking back in other ways.

✨ Trousers that once needed breath-holding and a prayer? Now gliding on.

✨ Tops that used to cling? Hanging with grace.

✨ Mirror angles? Forget them. I am the angle.

For the first time in years, I can see my waist returning. The “elongated semi-ovals,” as my daughter so lovingly (and bluntly) called them, are softening. The body I live in is beginning to feel like mine again. It is not something I’m battling or squeezing into obedience.

🟦 What Surprised Me

How subtle the shift feels - and how powerful it is.

It’s not fireworks. But it’s breath. It’s space in my waistband. It’s glimpses in the mirror that make me smile. No scale can measure magic - not even all three of them.

Also: I’m obsessed with my workouts now.

Leslie Sansone’s Walk at Home is now an essential part of my morning routine.

On Thursday, I mixed a 20-minute fast walk with 10 minutes of weighted arm training. I was dripping with sweat! That evening? Wine at a dinner party. But the next morning - I still showed up. A little groggy, yes. But I did it.

Even 5 minutes count. Showing up tired is still showing up.

🟧 Hard Moment of the Week

Honestly, work. I’ve had to handle back-to-back meetings and life admin. Some days flew past without me even remembering I was on Mounjaro. That’s not failure — but it’s a reminder that this process deserves presence.

🟪 Small Win I’m Claiming

The scale is steady. My appetite is quiet. My movement is meaningful.

But more than that — I’m reclaiming my reflection. And that is huge.

🔔 What I’m Focusing on Next Week

Hoping next week is calmer. I’d like to get back to my morning walk before logging in. I also want to build on this strength momentum - even Leslie says to aim for it twice a week. I’m craving more of that post-sweat confidence.