Well, I survived Week 1. on Mounjaro Just about. Let me take you through it…

💉 Injection Day (AKA “Is This Going to Hurt?”)

So first off — the injection. Did I cry? No. Did I make my husband do it for me while I turned my head away dramatically like I was in a medical drama? Absolutely.

I’m a wimp with needles. But to be honest? It didn’t hurt at all. The needle is so fine it feels like a flick from a kitten. If you’ve ever plucked an eyebrow hair, you’ve done worse.

Numan made the process super easy — discreet packaging, clear instructions, and approval within 24 hours. If you’re wondering whether you’d be eligible:

They ask about your BMI (needs to be 27+ with a health risk like family history of diabetes), Any health conditions, And general lifestyle.
I had a BMI of 28, family history of diabetes, and a wardrobe full of clothes that hadn’t fit in years. So I ticked enough boxes.

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🤢 The Side Effects

Now, let’s talk about the real fun: the nausea.

So, I had my first jab on 14th June 2025. My husband played nurse and did the honours in my right arm — I barely felt a thing (10/10 would recommend him for gentle stabbing duties). But not long after, something wild happened… the constant food chatter in my brain? Gone. Silence. Instead, I became a human sponge and drank enough water to keep a cactus alive for a decade.

My appetite vanished too — and of course, that was the night my husband decided to whip up one of my favourite meals: smoked basa, sweet potato chips, and a feta-loaded salad. Normally I’d inhale it. That night? I picked at it like a fussy toddler.

Then came the real drama: the worst sleep I’ve had in ages. I felt queasy, my mouth was drier than a forgotten Weetabix, and I spent the night yo-yoing in and out of bed like a sleep-deprived goblin.

Sunday? A write-off. Zero sleep + full-blown nausea = me, horizontal, in bed all day. Glamorous, right?

Thankfully, after a solid night’s sleep (finally), I started to feel a bit more human again. The nausea was still hanging around like an uninvited guest, but I could function. That said, my sense of smell had gone full superhero — or villain, depending on how you look at it. Even the cat’s biscuits made me gag. Imagine pregnancy-style morning sickness, but with bonus side-eyes at anyone eating toast near you. Welcome to Week One.

So what did I eat? Basically beige things:

• Dry toast
• Plain crackers
• Ice cubes (not joking)
• Mashed potato
• Those boring rice cakes no one actually enjoys

But the silver lining? I lost 5lb in Week 1.
That’s the kind of progress that makes me want to keep going — even if it means avoiding garlic for the foreseeable future.

🧠 Mood, Energy & Mindset

Mentally, this week has been a weird mix of emotions.

• I’ve felt proud of myself for actually starting something.
• I’ve felt like a bit of a hermit because I don’t want to eat out or smell anyone’s lunch.
• But I’ve also had moments of hope — that tiny flicker of maybe I can actually do this.

I’ve still got back pain. I’m still tired. But I’m no longer sitting still — I’m moving forward.

And that feels huge.

📝 My Top Tips for Week 1

If you’re about to start Mounjaro (or thinking about it), here’s what helped me:

Be kind to yourself. You’re not going to wake up in your goal body overnight, but you’ve started.

Don’t plan any fancy meals. Stick to plain, easy foods for the first few days.

Drink loads of water. I keep a cold bottle with Vimto electrolytes by my bed.

Have mints on hand — trust me, even your toothpaste might turn on you.

Take photos. Even if you hate them. You’ll be glad later.

🎯 Next Week?

I’ll be trying to gently increase my protein (eggs, yogurt, maybe even fish if I don’t gag), and I’ll be tracking my weight, food, symptoms, and mood using my own printable tracker (coming soon to subscribers!).

And yes — I’m still getting my husband to do the injection. Judge me not.

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