The GLP-1 Controversy

Are you taking a GLP-1? Do you know someone who is? Of course you do. We all do. There is a stigma that surrounds them, so many are still hesitant to share their journeys. Odds are – you know a lot more people than you think you do. Shame and embarrassment often go hand in hand with GLP-1s. A few have made jokes about them to me, and I flatly tell them: I’m taking one. They often backtrack and admit they are too, or their daughter is, etc.

A friend of mine had been taking them for a while to great success. She’d talked semaglutide (Ozempic) openly, and how it worked for her. It wasn’t until I was going through some personal matters and started to pile on the weight (on top of my current excess weight), that I began to ask her more direct questions about the cost and where she got it. I was under so much stress I was worried the combination of stress and excessive weight gain would cause a stroke or heart attack. I’m not being dramatic. I have dealt with high blood pressure since I was twenty years old. It runs in my family. I’ve had it at the best shape of my adult life and worst shape (thank God for BP meds). I was truly falling apart. When I approached my friend, I was under the impression it was $1200 a month, as I’d seen on the news. I couldn’t afford it, but I knew I couldn’t afford not to take it. Thankfully, it was only $50 a week for the starting dose at a weight loss clinic in a nearby town. The clinic explained semaglutide was exactly the same as Ozempic, but I later came to realize it’s actually a compound. Meaning, it’s not under the same regulations as Ozempic, Zepbound or the like are.

I’ve been on GLP-1s, off and on (mostly on) for the past two years. In the beginning, I carried a great shame on my new journey. I wanted to be strong enough to do it on my own…It was tough to face the mirror, at fifty-one years old, to realize I had yet to win the weight (health) battle and stay with it. I felt like a failure.

I did not feel like I was ready when I showed up to my first appointment. It was the day after Christmas. I thought wtf are you thinkingyou don’t start a diet until after the new year. There are so many leftovers! I asked the medical assistant how long it took to kick in, as I’d heard it wasn’t until the next day. She said when she took her first shot, she went home and had a slice of cake and was sick for the next twenty-four hours. I was shaken. I’d planned to eat my “last meal” at Culver’s on the way home. I still went to Culver’s but only ordered a burger and water. I left out the fries with tarter sauce and Coke. I was emotional, and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized just how much I relied on food to get through stressful situations (such as starting the shot).

The next day, there was a real shift in my mindset. The “food noise” I’d struggled with my entire life, was silent. (Food noise- thinking about food-constantly.) My mind had quieted and I almost couldn’t handle the sudden change in my brain. With the food chatter subsided, I quickly started to eat less. I craved less bad foods and was easier to keep my portions under control. For many, if they eat sugar, they immediately feel sick or vomit. This has never happened to me, although sometimes I wish it would.

About a year ago, a close friend began her GLP-1 journey. She was full of emotion when she said to me, “This is what it must feel like to be normal.” It was the exact same feeling I had when I started.

I was able to stay on the lowest dose for many months. From there, it was a slow trend upwards and in the past six months, I’ve had to step it up. A lot of this stems from me falling off track in different ways. It’s a tool you need to work with. You need to make the choice to eat healthily, you need to make the choice to be active, you need to make the choice to be kind to yourself.

Through the journey, I’ve decided not to let the scale dictate my mood. I’d done that for too long. I rarely weigh myself. I forced myself to weigh in a few weeks ago and found that I’d gained eight pounds in the past few months. I’m not happy about it, but I also know I ate to deal with this last hip replacement. I wasn’t able to be as active as much as I needed. I ate my feelings through the holidays. So, I made the choice to go to make the change to a Zepbound compound. This has helped the food noise, once again. I’m back on track and feeling better about myself. (I went away from the clinic less than a year in and began to use an online pharmacy someone recommended.)

The shame of choosing a GLP-1 quickly went away after I started my journey. I feel like I was given a new lease on life. It has been worth the money (although I still wish every month I could go away from it), and I’ve even found things that helped the terrible constipation I went through for a long time. Just like any drug, there are always side effects.

I know people who it has not worked for or had side effects that made it too difficult for them to continue. I know people who have changed their lives for the better. I know people who would never, ever consider trying it – for lots of valid reasons.

I felt compelled to write about my journey, as there is still such a stigma associated with weight loss drugs. I don’t think many people go into these lightly. Most people are not the Hollywood actress who must lose just a few pounds to get that roll – and I say that with no judgment. I can’t imagine their pressure to be thin.

I wish everyone the best of luck on their health journey and find or continue on the path that works for you.

Jen

Life with Boys

Okay, the universe is trying to tell me something….For the second day in a row, I’ve turned on the 80’s music channel on t.v. and Red, Red, Wine starts. I’m telling you…the t.v. is like a best friend trying to talk you into drinking, when you know you shouldn’t. I love wine. Truly love it. Sometimes it is a depressant, and that totally fucking sucks. It’s like your boyfriend cheating on you. They are supposed to make you feel all good inside and bam! Haven’t thought about something awful in a long time? Wine will remind you and make you as sad as the day it happened. Other times, it is my favorite feeling. I feel warm, relaxed, social – the things I want to always feel but don’t. Huh. Not how I thought this blog would start, but the universe thought I needed to get some thoughts out, I guess.

I hope this Valentine’s Day is treating you well. I guess it’s like wine for many, in how they feel about it. It has never been a big deal to me. I usually think of my Grandma June, as it was her birthday. I don’t think she liked me much, but I still think of her. VDay is one week before my birthday, so Brian always jokes about blending the two together. He jokes, but he does do this. The poor guy got home this morning after being gone for work for 16 ½ hours. He still came home with a sweet card. That, to me, is the best. As tired as he was, he thought of me. What did I get him? Uh, I thought we would wait until he had a day off. Whoops. Oh man. ONJ just came on. Maybe I should turn off the music. Distracting. Any song by her takes me back, but especially Magic (which is playing). Put on your roller skates and find a cute partner for the couples skate. Anyway, my love language is gifts and services. I will make Brian some cookies. We are out of eggs, so I need to figure the best egg substitute. The house if clean. I will pack an emergency bag for the car for him. It is -20 wind chill right now and only supposed to get colder. His laundry is clean. Dinner is made for him to take. This may not be how you view romance, but if those things are done for me – Bam! Panties off. I think they call this choremance.

Last weekend I was putting groceries away and noticed the 1,000 bags of nearly empty bags of chips scattered around. Shame on me for continuing to buy them, but every time I look, I see we are almost out. I don’t eat chips much, so it’s not something I keep a close eye on. This type of shit makes me bat shit crazy…. Every day in this house is an act of self-restraint. I have gotten much better in recent years about holding it all in. It does no good to ask for help or point things out. Still, I do speak up sometimes. Yesterday was one of those days, and Brian says, ”If you weren’t so cute, I’d find you annoying.” Grrrr….sweet but grrrrr. I Hate a dirty house. It is especially worse amid a pandemic, weather that is unfit to go out in, and being jobless. I work hard to keep it all up. It makes me feel good to clean. I love the instant results. It makes it much harder, when I’m constantly cleaning up after 3 able bodies boys. Back in the day, Brian and I had agreement that whoever doesn’t cook, had to clean up. That went out the window years ago. I usually do both. It is fine now, though. He is working. I am not. I remind myself of this every day. We have a small entry way. I put in a shoe house or whatever it’s called. If I were to look now, there are probably seven pair of shoes kicked up next to it. Like a fucking inch away… If I were to walk into the boys’ bathroom right now, I’ll likely see an electric toothbrush sitting right in front of the charger, an empty tp roll on the roller and a roll on the counter. The soap may be out – when there’s a big thing of refillable hand wash under the sink. A stack of Brian and Cal’s dirty clothes – Ryne got tired of me bitching a year or so ago and does pick his up. On some days, my toothpaste is also in there (because nobody looked under the cabinet or in the drawer to see where I have them stocked). It is recycling put on the counter, because apparently the trash can I have labeled “recycling” is too far away (but maybe six feet – I know since I’m the only one who takes it or the garbage out). I could go on and on and on…It is maddening.

As I’ve gotten older, I have come to realize more and more – what is most important. Sure, the things above make me fucking nuts, but I have learned to let those things go more easily. I think of Brian, tired, stressed, and he stops to get me a card. I would have been fine with him coming right home to sleep. I went back to the bed when he got home, because I know he sleeps best when I’m next to him. I stayed there for about an hour until I knew he was sleeping hard. We have been together – oh shit – quick math – 28 years, and he wants me next to him. He makes me laugh every single day. He works hard for our family. He has taken on the responsibility of making the money while I try to figure things out for myself. He never says, are you going to eat all of that or haven’t you had enough to drink? He is attracted to me at any weight, and I find him as sexy as the day we met. He is faithful. He has stayed with me, when I wouldn’t have blamed him for leaving.

Yes, life with boys is not easy. I might be going through a midlife crisis (okay, I know I’m older than midlife, but in my head -that’s how I see it) as far as a career, but I feel grounded in my home life. I’m lucky to have my life with boys.

Today is the last time I will post my blog to my personal home page. I will continue to on the diaryofherjourney FB page. It is too hard for me to be vulnerable to so many people. If people want to read this, hopefully they will subscribe on the home page of the blog. It will only email you if I post something new. I would like to grow this with people who have my best interest at heart and are helping me to realizing a dream.

Damn, I can’t get Red, Red, Wine out of my head.

We will talk about how bad I’ve been shitting the bed on my food choices next time.

I hope this day finds you right where you want to be.

~Jenn