Trizepatide Times
Weeks Three & Four – Holidays, Hurdles, and a Little Letting Go
The holidays loomed like a beautifully decorated, sugar-coated landmine. Normally, I’m all in—the twinkling lights, the togetherness, the goodwill toward all, and of course, the food and festive cocktails. But this year, I was eyeing the season with a mix of excitement and nervous energy.
Would I be too tired and sluggish to fully enjoy it? Would I be able to partake in the delicious holiday treats without feeling like I got hit by the Trizepatide Truck?
Naturally, I did what any Type A, list-loving person would do—I made a plan:
Stick to the protein rule (eggs, fish, chicken, yogurt, almonds, bone broth, and yogurt). Stick with what I know.
Water, water, water. Stay hydrated or face the constipation consequences.
Sneak in veggies wherever possible. Think of it as a game. Spinach in eggs? Nailed it.
Balance morning walks with unapologetic afternoon naps. Because I am now a nap enthusiast.
Enjoy one or two bites of irresistible holiday sweets. (Read: five bites, but who’s counting?)
Meditate daily to keep my Grinch tendencies at bay.
Journal my thoughts and worries. Because if I write them down, maybe they’ll stop haunting me at 3 AM.
False Advertising & The Fitness Struggle
I got back to my walking and functional training routine, but let me tell you—motivated was not a word I would have used to describe myself. The commercials for Trizepatide make it look like you’ll be out here running a 10k, climbing mountains, and joyfully riding bikes into the sunset. Hmm, I beg to differ.
I thought maybe I was the problem (Am I lazy? Is this my new normal? Should I just accept that my couch and I are in a committed relationship?), so I reached out to others in the Zepbound Zone—turns out, I am not alone! Misery might not actually love company, but it sure is nice to know I’m not just imagining things.
The Mental Marathon
By week three, I realized that this wasn’t just a physical journey—it was a full-on mental showdown. I was losing weight, my clothes fit better, and I no longer felt bloated or heavy. But I wasn’t quite at the point where people were complimenting me with that vague “Did you change your hair?” or “You look different!” comment.
And let’s be real—the side effects were still a thing. Was it worth it? Some days, yes. Other days, I wondered if I was trading one set of problems for another.
Even with my well-intentioned holiday survival plan, I found it really hard to stick to it 100%. Week three felt like an internal tug-of-war between researching why I felt the way I did and just trusting my body to figure it out. The keyword of the week? Patience.
Week Four: Screw the List, Enjoy the Season
Somewhere between overthinking my protein intake and googling, “Why does Trizepatide make me feel like a grandma on a long road trip?” I had an epiphany:
I needed to chill.
So, I did the unthinkable—I threw out the list and decided to just live my life. I let go of trying to micromanage every bite, every craving, every step. One night, we went out with friends for sushi, and I tried to keep up with everyone; all I could manage was a hand roll! I surprised myself… I gave myself permission, but I was only interested in a small portion of yumminess. I felt almost uncomfortable not eating more, like an outsider. Settling into my new normal… again.
Week four arrived, and with it, a blissful 10-day escape to Florida. The agenda? Walks by the water, relaxation, and soaking up time with friends and family.
I’d love to tell you that my diet magically improved, but come on—it was the holidays! Food temptations were everywhere, and instead of stressing about them, I decided to trust my gut (pun very much intended).
The best part? My body was finally adjusting to the medication. The nausea was fading, and for the first time, I actually felt comfortable throughout the day. Progress!
Week Three & Four Takeaways:
Exercise motivation? Still MIA, but I’m working on it.
Food budgeting? Who knew I'd save so much by simply not wanting food…or cocktails?
Side effects? Easing up, thank goodness.
Water intake? Still my greatest challenge, but I'm doing my best.
Letting go of control? Surprisingly freeing.
Living my life? Yes. Finally…Oh, and 13 lbs down..:)
Now, as I step into the new year, I’m realizing this journey is about more than weight loss—it’s about redefining my relationship with food, energy, and my own expectations.
I’m not perfect, and this isn’t a linear path, but I’m learning. And that, my friends, is something worth celebrating.