Trizepatide Times
Week Two - Lessons in Carbs, Cocktails and Constipation
Week two kicked off in slow motion—sluggish, tired, and nauseous. Fatigue decided to unpack its bags and stay for a few days. I stuck to my small-bites strategy like a champ, but let’s be real: when you feel like a human couch cushion, comfort food is your brain’s natural SOS signal.
In theory, I should’ve doubled down on healthy choices (Kettle Bone Broth and Avocados work in a pinch). In reality? My cravings whispered sweet nothings about burgers and mashed potatoes. (Why do carbs always sound like the hero in these moments?) Even though I only had a couple of bites here and there, I knew I was caving.
When I did manage to coax myself into eating something green—hello, salad with tuna (arugula specifically fits the bill, and even canned salmon if I am out of tuna)—I felt like a whole new person. It’s like my body said, “Finally, some respect!” That’s when I realized this journey isn’t just physical; it’s a mental game, too. My comfort-food cravings weren’t about hunger—they were my brain throwing a pity party and inviting all the bad decisions.
Weird Food Noise, Round Two
By day three, the fog started lifting. Suddenly, I wanted healthy food again. I even wanted more food—larger portions instead of nibbling like a squirrel all day. With more food came more energy, and just like that, life was looking up. I felt human again! Walking? Fun. Work? Manageable. Being social? Sure, why not!
Then came the curveball: I completely lost my desire to drink alcohol. Weird, right? Normally, I enjoy a glass of wine or a cocktail, especially living here in NOLA, where great food and drinks are practically a religion. But even with a friend visiting for Thanksgiving weekend, I wasn’t feeling it.
Of course, by Saturday, I was feeling so much better that I thought, why not have a couple of cocktails? I’ll tell you why: the hangover from hell. Lesson learned. Trizepatide and alcohol are not besties, and I will not be doing that again anytime soon. Sidebar: I have found that a glass of Vinho Verde goes down easily…but just one).
Week Two Wins (And Woes)
Despite my comfort food rebellion, Thanksgiving cocktails, and general sluggishness, I lost another three pounds! Cue happy dance. But more than that, I’m learning some valuable lessons about my relationship with food:
Quantity matters. (Duh, but still.)
Quality equals energy. (Also, duh, but apparently, I needed the reminder.)
My idea of “how much food I need” was way off.
I’m still marveling at how this tiny shot can change how I think about food. Somehow, the little wizardry in Trizepatide is teaching me lessons I’d been ignoring for years. Even though I’m not a scientist, I’m planning to do some reading on blood sugar and weight loss—just to better understand what’s happening. For the record, my blood sugar is in the normal range, but on the higher side, so maybe this is a sign to dig deeper.
Quick Week Two Check-In
In case you’re wondering, here’s where I stand after week two:
Constipation? Still here, still a bummer.
Food budget? Thriving. I’m saving a ton on groceries and drinks.
Energy? Hit or miss, but improving.
Water intake? A struggle, but so necessary.
Seeing results? Super motivating!
Work in progress? Definitely—my food relationship is still under construction.
Week two taught me that this journey is about more than just weight loss. It’s about breaking old habits, rewiring my brain, and figuring out what actually makes my body feel good. It’s not easy, but it’s worth it. Bring on week three!