Trizepatide Times
Weeks Four & Five - Bliss, Blood Sugar, and a Break from the Crazy
If I had to sum up weeks four and five in one word, it would be bliss.
Yes, bliss. As in, side effects? Minimal. Energy? Back in action. Appetite? Oh, hey, there you are! It was like my body finally got the memo that we’re doing this Trizepatide thing long-term and decided to cooperate.
Don’t get me wrong—I wasn’t suddenly ravenous or daydreaming about devouring an entire pizza by myself. My appetite returned, but it was… normal. I ate when I was hungry, stopped when I was full, and somehow didn’t need to mentally wrestle with myself over snacks. It felt like my relationship with food had gone from toxic ex to healthy friendship status.
The Scale: Slower, But Still Moving
I lost a pound a week during this stretch—not exactly headline-making results, but I’ll take it. The slower pace didn’t bother me as much as I expected. Maybe because I was too busy enjoying the perks:
My energy returned. I wasn’t constantly thinking about when I could sneak in my next nap.
Protein remained my MVP. Chicken, eggs, fish, yogurt—if it packs a protein punch, I’m all in.
Sugar cravings? Yep, they made a few surprise appearances. I found myself wondering if my body was going through some weird sugar withdrawal. Was my blood sugar adjusting and making me miss the sweet stuff? Or was my inner cookie monster just trying to stage a comeback?
Whatever the cause, I stayed the course. When the cravings hit, I grabbed a protein-packed snack or, occasionally, gave in with a small treat—because, let’s be real, sometimes a bite of chocolate saves you from eating an entire cake later.
Alcohol: The Mystery of the Missing Desire
One weird but welcome change: my desire to drink alcohol completely vanished. I live in New Orleans—a place where laissez les bons temps rouler basically translates to “Would you like another cocktail?”—so this was surprising.
I can drink a glass of wine if I want to, and now it doesn’t hit me like a freight train. But honestly? I just don’t care about it anymore. It’s like my body decided, We’re good here. Hydrate or die-drate.
Don’t get me wrong—when friends visit and we hit our favorite spots, I’ll have a drink. And yep, I do get a little tipsy faster these days. (Cheap date alert!) But the appeal is gone. Maybe it’s the blood sugar regulation. Or maybe Trizepatide is my personal anti-wine fairy. Either way, my liver is probably throwing a party.
Decision Time: To Increase or Not to Increase
By the end of week five, I faced a decision: should I increase my dosage or stay the course? The typical move is to up the dose around this time, but I decided to hold off until week eight. My logic?
I feel good—like really good. Why mess with success?
I wanted to give my body time to fully settle into this new normal.
I actually needed to get some work done instead of napping through meetings.
I mean, if I can lose a pound a week without feeling like garbage, why rush into more side effects? Slow and steady seems to be working just fine.
The Unexpected Perks
It’s not just about weight loss anymore. Sure, I’m happy my jeans aren’t threatening to cut off my circulation, but other changes have caught my attention:
Blood pressure? Coming down! My doctor even mentioned we might talk about gasp taking me off my medication soon.
Cravings? Shifting toward healthier foods. I actually want a salad sometimes. Who am I?
Mindset? Clearer. I’m no longer hiding in the comfort-food bunker. I feel lighter—not just physically but mentally, too.
I’m genuinely looking forward to my bloodwork in February to see how my blood sugar and cholesterol levels have changed. For once, it feels like my health is on an upward trajectory instead of a constant battle.
Gratitude, Grit, and the Cost of Health
While reflecting on these weeks, I couldn’t help but think about how expensive these meds are for some people. I’m fortunate—my doctor prescribed it for health reasons, so I only pay $24 a month. (Yes, you read that right. Don’t hate me.)
But knowing what I know now? I wouldn't put myself through those gnarly side effects just to fit into smaller jeans. My motivation was, and still is, my health. I needed to reset my metabolism, reduce my blood pressure, and avoid becoming best friends with insulin injections down the line.
The fact that I’ve lost weight along the way? Bonus.
Weeks Four & Five Takeaways:
Protein is still king. Eggs, chicken, fish—my trifecta of success.
Water remains the MVP. Hydration is not optional if you want to avoid the constipation struggle.
Sugar cravings happen. But protein usually shuts them down.
Alcohol? Meh. My body’s basically dry-curious without me even trying.
Patience pays off. Slow progress is still progress.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like my body and I are working together instead of battling for control. Here’s to more good weeks ahead—minus the side effects and with plenty of protein-packed snacks.
Reader Check-In:
Are you on this journey, too? Do you find that your cravings have shifted or that alcohol suddenly feels like a distant memory? Drop a comment—I’d love to hear about your experience!