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Feeling myself

 I hopped on the ozempic train a bit back and all it did was keep me from continuing to gain weight....which is good, but I wanted to lose weight.  It's been coming off verrrrry slowly.  At least I'm going in the correct direction.  It does make me feel nauseous ....and I have learned to eat dinner as soon as I get home or else I will be up shortly after bed getting sick.

Digestion is slowed down so you are supposed to feel full longer.  I was always hungry before I started taking ozempic.  Always looking for my next snack.  The empty pit feeling seems to have started after menopause. I don't have that anymore and sometimes I have to remind myself to eat - usually because I feel like crap and it occurs to me I haven't eaten.

During the week is fine because I'm routine with work.  Its the weekends. By the time I realize I haven't eaten I feel like crap and I start eating anything just to get rid of that feeling.  Not a good plan.

And if I drink it hits me like a hurricane.  Instant tipsy.  If my digestion is slower shouldn't that be the opposite?  I am a very cheap date.

This morning I slipped into a pencil skirt and felt myself.  Yeah baby.  I fill it out nicely but not TOOOO much.  No panty lines, no stretching the pattern into distortion over my backside.  I feel pretty good about it.  I've noticed my shoes are bigger which is weird.  

I refuse to get on the scale.  I feel like every time I do it pisses me off.  I'd rather feel good in my clothes and hopefully start having to buy smaller sizes.

After going out with the girls last week and seeing one at half her size (she wasn't big to start with) I feel like I should be getting there faster.  At the same time, I want this to stick.  I know maintenance on the drug will go on for as long as my insurance pays for it.....but I'm starting to feel less pain in my body and fit my clothes more comfortably.

So I'm getting there.


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