Spreadsheets to the rescue....

SW ⟫ 207.7 | CW ⟫ 179.5 | MGW ⟫ 168.2

Ozempic: ⟫ 0.5 mg

The scales creeping up is causing me stress. No point pretending that I’m not seeing it and internally screaming. Has Ozempic stopped working for me, or have I stopped working with it? The granola train keeps on going – so much so that Stripes has had to take it out of my bedroom because I will munch on it dry if I’m not thinking. I hate that I lack that control. I hate that I need to have things hidden from me so that I don’t stuff them in my mouth. I hate that I’ve achieved so much and feel like now I’m throwing it all away.

Yesterday I ate granola with oat milk, grapes, strawberries, a yoghurt and three Jaffa cakes. Looking at it, maybe it’s not so bad. Better than things have been in a while. But still – hardly a diet to be happy about. Intuitive eating doesn’t seem to be my bag – not like I’m showing much in the way of intuition at the moment. I don’t know – we’ve literally just done a food shop and I feel so confused about everything and have zero idea of what I actually want to eat.

Maybe it’s just a post-Bridgerton slump. Or knowing that this week is going to be pretty intense: tattoo, Stripes going to the theatre, Gidget beginning to move back in. Maybe I just need to keep on trying to get decent amounts of sleep, drink lots of water, eat til satiety and trust the process. Or maybe I just need to get through this week and try harder next week.

Spreadsheets to the rescue once again. I calculated my weekly rate of loss – taking into account the times that the scales have gone up instead of down. I’m really surprised to see that my average rate of loss is just over 1.5 lbs per week, which is what is suggested is a good rate of loss. It doesn’t feel like a good rate of loss but I shouldn’t complain. It took this long to put the weight on – it’s going to take some time to get it off. I don’t want to get into projections or anything like that in case I ‘miss’ artificial deadlines, but maybe I can keep the fact that the scales are saying I’m doing okay in the front of my mind.