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I'm now on a glp1, as of Tuesday.
End of the summer was rough for my health routines. Lots of bad food, drinking every day, and the one sport I play to stay in shape was just not available. Gained about 15 pounds over the summer, my A1C hit 7, and I'm sure the blood results l be getting back won't have good news.
It was surprisingly easy to get it my doctor had a sample pack on hand. I was in there for a routine physical and walked out with 4 weeks of medicine.
Only had one meal today and didn't feel hungry, or hangry. Side effects apparently peak two days after taking the shot. I'll see how bad it gets, but I'm expecting mild symptoms or at least things that I consider highly tolerable.
My wife seems mildly disappointed in doing it. I want to suggest that she should join me. A couple that sticks together sticks together.
Funny timing: I restarted oral semaglutide yesterday. I think you made the right call.
I'd lost a few kilos the traditional way, which in my case meant eating less, running myself into the ground at work, and taking moderate doses of prescription stimulants. Then it plateaued. For months. Still in the overweight range by the charts. After contemplating it on and off for a good while, I bit the bullet.
I skipped the titration schedule, same as last time. Mother didn't raise no pussy, but she did raise an impatient gentleman. Day one brought mild queasiness. Day two has been fine. The appetite effect is subtle so far, and seems to work mostly by early satiety, so I eat less per meal without any change in how often I think about food. It'll take several days to reach steady state, but I feel it anyway.
(Getting this through the NHS is close to impossible unless you're roughly truck-shaped , and it has to be prescribed within a Tier 3 or 4 specialist service, not by your GP. I happened to have plenty left over from a trip to India)
Do I need it? No. Do I have preferences about my own body that the word "need" fails to capture? Yes. That's true for most people, I just happen to have a degree adjacent to the topic.
What I'd want your wife to hear is about my mother:
She has diabetes and obesity, and her liver was paying for both. The kind of situation where nothing hurts until it's already quite bad. For years I carried a low-grade background dread that I'd lose her within a decade or two. I talked her into starting semaglutide. Her liver turned around.
She still has plenty of weight to lose, but I'm less terrified of losing her.
Tell your wife that. When someone you love becomes healthier and is likelier to be around longer, the available emotions are relief and gratitude. Disappointment is a shite dessert.
I'm now trying to get my mother back to her endocrinologist to raise her dose again, or to switch to the injections. I'd like my father on it too. He isn't obese by the numbers, but he has the beer belly, minus most of the beer, since Indian fat distribution handles that part unassisted. He isn't listening to me. Parents rarely do. I'm glad mine occasionally listen without me having to go and poke them with a needle myself.
We live in an age of miracles. It seems a shame to leave them on the shelf. I've taken them out of the luggage at the least.
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