Trizepatide Times
Weeks 6, 7, & 8 - The Great Food Reunion and Temporary Amnesia
Weeks six through eight flew by in a blissful blur of higher energy, zero constipation (hallelujah!), and food that actually tasted good again. I was eating with joy—real, genuine, oh-my-god-this-is-delicious joy.
You see, I have always loved food. Trying new restaurants? Yes, please. Sampling every dish at a tasting menu? Sign me up. Cooking at home like I’m auditioning for Top Chef? Used to be my thing. And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was dipping my toe back into my normal life.
The numbers? Seventeen pounds down. Clothes fitting better. Feeling lighter, both physically and mentally. I was winning.
And then… well, let’s just say my inner food gremlin escaped its cage.
The “I Feel Great, Let’s Eat Everything” Phenomenon
You know that feeling when you’ve been sick for ages, and the second you feel better, you suddenly need to make up for lost time? Like, I’ve been deprived long enough, bring me ALL the things?
Yep. That was me. Despite my advanced wisdom, life experience, and the lessons I thought I had learned, I face-planted right into that trap.
And let me tell you… it was glorious.
I went out. I ate the foods. I drank the drinks. I enjoyed myself without overthinking every bite. It felt good.
Now, here’s the kicker: I didn’t lose any weight—but I didn’t gain any either. That’s when I realized something important…
So, Did I Forget Everything?
At first, it seemed like all my carefully learned habits had flown straight out the window like a rogue napkin on a windy day.
But here’s the thing: I wasn’t binging. I wasn’t eating out of boredom, stress, or emotional turmoil. I was enjoying food again—on my terms.
And not gaining weight during this phase? That’s a win. A few months ago, this kind of eating would have meant a guaranteed five-pound rebound. Now? My body seemed to be working with me instead of against me.
The Takeaways from My Little Food Reunion:
Food is fun again. And that makes me very happy.
My body knows what to do. No wild weight fluctuations = progress.
Balance is key. I may have temporarily ghosted my healthy habits, but the second I stopped overindulging, I slid right back into my routine.
Seventeen pounds down feels really freaking good.
Now that I’ve had my moment of fun, I’m ready to rein things back in—not because I have to, but because I want to. My next goal? To find that perfect balance where I can enjoy my love of food without completely ignoring my progress.
Weeks 6, 7, & 8: A beautiful, delicious, weight-neutral blur. Bring on the next phase!
Let’s Talk!
Have you ever had a “woohoo, I feel amazing, let’s eat all the things” moment? How do you balance enjoying food and staying on track? Drop a comment—I’d love to hear how you navigate it!