Here’s an Ozempic story.
I know that I seem to be talking about this topic a lot, because my own results have been pretty pleasing. But as Nadine Dorries describes her own journey towards going this route, I’m pretty sure that a large number of my Readers are in a similar situation to hers — I know that my own symptoms were pretty much parallel to hers — and maybe this will help you. Here’s Mrs. Dorries in a pre- and post pic:
Just as a reminder: I went from 277lbs peak to just over 220lbs, although it’s taken me a while longer — about six months — but there have been other benefits.
After a quarter-century of taking blood-pressure meds, I may not have to take them for much longer. (According to the last doctor I saw a couple weeks ago, my BP of 113/90 was better than hers — and because I’d been feeling so rotten, I’d forgotten to take my BP meds for two days beforehand.) Here’s hoping.
I have had absolutely no side-effects from Ozempic. I was briefly concerned that (please pardon the graphic description) that I’d gone from an everyday, set-your-watch bowel movement to very occasional visits to the toilet. But as my doctor explained, my daily food intake had been reduced by two-thirds (maybe more, even), so that wasn’t unexpected.
Which leads to this point: my relationship with food hasn’t changed. I still have cravings for a particular taste or type of food; but when it comes to actually eating it, I eat far less of it — sometimes as little as 25% of it in terms of quantity. (Four cheese sticks becomes one, two fried eggs become one egg, half-finished, and so on. Daily bread has turned into once a week, and one slice of toast instead of two per sitting withal.)
But all those other horror stories that people have ascribed to Ozempic? Not one.
I will admit, as I’ve said before, that my muscle mass seems to have gone down along with the saddlebags of fat, but I’ve always been muscular — even over-muscled, perhaps — so that hasn’t bothered me at all. My ass seems to have, shall we say, slackened somewhat. But FFS, I’ll be turning 70 in November (!) so “old-man-flabby-ass” was always going to be in my future anyway.
I’ve been told to exercise, but that’s not going to happen. My sole “exercise” is a 100-yard daily walk (uphill both ways, uh huh) to the mailbox to check the mail, and a similar uphill distance to our garage to get the car. The new apartment is actually walking distance from a bakery (I know, bread ungood shuddup), so I’m planning on walking there whenever I need to get more bread; the only problem is that north Texas is not, as we say, pedestrian friendly, so it seems that the health benefits of that quarter-mile walk may be somewhat offset by becoming some F-150’s hood ornament. But I’ll give it a shot anyway.
The biggest bummer is that insurance does not pay for Ozempic and the other drugs of that ilk even though, as in my case, its original purpose is absolutely medical: to address pre-diabetic or Type 2 diabetes conditions. I have no idea why this is so. But as New Wife puts it, it’s better than dying from diabetes-induced problems (heart attack, organ failure etc.).
So there ya have it. It’s all food (or, less food) for thought. Hope this helped.
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