The Weight That Wouldn’t Shift — and the Confidence That Vanished

Let’s rewind a bit.

Once upon a time (OK, not that long ago), I was a size 6–8, full of energy, juggling life like a pro. Then I had my third child at 30 and, well… life happened. The baby weight stuck around, then brought some friends. Twelve years, three C-sections, a bad back, and several failed diets later, I found myself at 42, tired, heavier than I’ve ever been, and completely disconnected from my body.

And confidence? What confidence?

Living in the Shadows (and a Wardrobe of Stretchy Waistbands)

Being deaf has always made social situations a bit challenging — I often feel like I’m on the outside looking in. Over the years, that turned into full-on isolation. Mix in low energy, chronic back pain, and the growing feeling that I don’t even recognise myself anymore, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for a full-blown identity crisis.

Job Hunting with Low Self-Esteem (and Lower Expectations)

Losing my job earlier this year didn’t help. I’ve been applying left, right and centre, and the few interviews I’ve had? Let’s just say they didn’t go great. I walked in already doubting myself — not just because I’m deaf, but because I felt invisible. Sluggish. Unwell. Like the version of me I was presenting to the world wasn’t someone anyone would want to hire… or even sit next to on the bus.

The Bridesmaid Dress That Broke Me

Then came the bridesmaid dress. My sister’s getting married this autumn, and I’m her maid of honour. I tried on the dress and — no exaggeration — I nearly cried. It wasn’t just how it looked, it was how I felt. That moment was the final straw. Something had to change.

I needed a reset.

Discovering Mounjaro (a.k.a. My Sister’s Secret Weapon)

That’s when I discovered Mounjaro — thanks to my sister, who had been using it with amazing results. She pointed me to Numan, and after doing some research and filling out their online consultation (which included questions about weight, height, BMI, and risk factors like family history of diabetes), I was approved the very next day.

Jabbed, Thirsty, and Weirdly Not Hungry

Let me be real: the idea of injecting myself freaked me out. But the needle is basically invisible, and my husband now plays the role of part-time jabber. He’s better than any nurse I’ve had. First injection? Piece of cake — except I didn’t want cake anymore.

No joke — within a few hours, it was like someone turned down the volume in my head. The constant food thoughts were gone. Replaced by intense thirst (hello, hydration!) and the appetite of a houseplant.

Morning Sickness Vibes and Cat Biscuit Trauma

Not everything was sunshine and weight loss, though. The nausea was rough at first — think morning sickness mixed with smelling the dog’s biscuits and wanting to die.

Even my favourite meal — smoked basa with sweet potato chips and feta salad — barely got touched. I was drinking water like a camel, up all night, and convinced I was going to be sick any minute. Sunday was a write-off. I lived in bed, feeling like an exhausted, slightly soggy crouton.

A Shift I Didn’t Expect: Hope

But then something weird happened… I started to feel hopeful. Even with the queasiness and dry mouth, I felt a shift. Like maybe this time would be different. Maybe this wasn’t another failed diet or short-term fix. Maybe this was the beginning of my reset — mind, body, and spirit.

What “Reset” Really Means to Me

This isn’t just about weight. It’s about feeling like myself again. About finding energy, confidence, and the courage to be visible — to go for jobs, enjoy family moments, and maybe even have a social life again. I want to look in the mirror and see a woman who didn’t give up on herself.

If you’re here reading this, maybe you’re thinking of hitting reset too. Maybe your story looks different — or maybe it looks a little too familiar.

Either way, welcome. This space is for us.