If you’d told me a year ago that coming off a medication would feel like stepping off a cliff, I’d have laughed.
But here I am—clinging to my resolve and bracing for the emotional freefall.
For the past 17 months, I’ve had the help of two injectable weight-loss drugs—Wegovy (Ozempic’s weight management version) and Mounjaro.
These weren’t just appetite suppressants—they gave me mental clarity around food I’d never experienced before.
The exhausting noise in my head about eating? Gone.
For the first time, I wasn’t battling cravings or guilt every waking moment.
The Real Goal: Not Weight Loss, But Motherhood
I’ve lost 4 stone—not for the mirror, but for my last shot at IVF.
My clinic’s requirement is a BMI of 32, and I’ve finally hit it.
Now I’m tapering off Mounjaro, and the pressure to maintain this weight is intense.
This isn’t about aesthetics—it’s about becoming a mum.
But as I’ve reduced my dosage, the hunger has crept back in.
I’m not just noticing food again—I’m obsessing.
It feels hauntingly familiar, like the “old me” is waiting to pounce.
Meet “Oz-iety”: The Fear of Gaining It All Back
Apparently, there’s a name for this: “Oz-iety”—the panic people feel when they come off Ozempic and similar meds.
And I feel it deeply.
I could live with the saggy skin, the side effects, even the epic Mounjaro-induced constipation. But regaining the weight? That’s unthinkable.
Especially because I can’t be on these drugs during IVF—it’s too risky, and there’s not enough research on how they affect pregnancy.
My Complex Health Puzzle
At 47 (no judgment, please), I’m navigating not just fertility challenges but type 1 diabetes—the kind that’s lifelong, not lifestyle-related.
Insulin keeps me alive, but it also encourages fat storage. So even a little slip can cause weight to snowball fast.
That’s why the GLP-1 drugs were such a game-changer for me—they made what used to feel impossible… manageable.
From Food Chaos to Control
My progress on Wegovy, then Mounjaro, was steady but hard-earned.
I finally stuck to a low-carb, intermittent fasting lifestyle, thanks to the meds.
I already didn’t drink alcohol, and with the jabs, I stopped snacking and ate just two solid meals a day.
I’d finish eating by 6pm and feel satisfied.
That alone felt like magic.
At my heaviest, I was 19st 7lb. Now I’m 15st 7lb.
I’m still classified as obese at 5ft 8in, but I’m not chasing a dress size—I’m chasing motherhood.
Diets, Therapy, and Desperation
I’ve done it all. Every diet. Every therapy.
Overeaters Anonymous, DBT, hypnotherapy.
I even inflated a gastric balloon once—it worked until it had to come out.
I nearly went through with a gastric bypass, but pulled out just days before.
Therapy gave me insight, sure—but not enough to silence the biscuit cravings.
Wegovy: The First Breakthrough
Everything changed after I heard Dr. Barbara McGowan speak about obesity as a disease, not a failure of willpower.
I cried.
She connected me to Dr. Dipesh Patel, an endocrinologist who agreed to treat me despite my diabetes.
We started slowly with 0.25mg Wegovy at Christmas 2023.
By New Year, something shifted.
The food noise faded.
I felt full for the first time ever—after half a Pret chicken salad.
From Wegovy to Mounjaro: A New Level
Wegovy helped, but by month ten, the effect tapered off.
So, I switched to Mounjaro.
It works on both GLP-1 and GIP receptors, boosting satiety and insulin sensitivity.
By the time I hit 12.5mg in December 2024, I could go until 4pm without eating—and even then, a single protein-packed meal was plenty.
I dared to hope IVF might finally be on the horizon.
The Long, Careful Taper
Now I’m tapering down.
Slowly.
Methodically.
Dropping from 12.5mg to 2.5mg over five months.
It’s not easy—your body adjusts to the meds and dials down its natural hunger-regulating systems.
Quit too fast, and your hormones revolt.
I noticed it immediately: food thoughts creeping in, late-night snack urges.
Even at 5mg, I was eyeing the fridge like I hadn’t in over a year.
Holding On for Dear Life
At 2.5mg, it’s rough. This isn’t just about avoiding croissants—it’s a full-on mental negotiation every day.
I’m clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, I’ll become one of those people who forgets to eat lunch.
Realistically, I know it’ll take everything I’ve learned to keep the weight off without the weekly jabs.
Therapy. Nutritional education.
Research. I’m putting it all to use.
My Battle Plan for Staying Off the Meds
Here’s how I’m setting myself up for success once the meds stop completely next month:
Building Muscle: My Metabolic Secret Weapon
Muscle burns calories even at rest and keeps blood sugar stable.
That’s why I signed up to Owning Your Menopause, a fitness app that finally got me moving without excuses.
Low-Carb for Life
After meeting Dr. Ian Lake (aka the Keto King), I leaned into a low-carb lifestyle.
Less carbs = less insulin = less fat storage.
Plus, low-carb diets naturally boost GLP-1. Win-win.
Nature’s Ozempic: Calocurb
During a trip to Dubai, I saw Dr.
Feruza Gafarova who recommended Calocurb, a natural supplement made from hops that stimulate satiety hormones.
The results? Fewer cravings and more control.
Gut Health = Hormonal Health
Cardiologist Dr.
Ross Walker turned me onto Akkermansia probiotics and Bergamot Juice Extract, which can boost GLP-1 production and metabolism—especially if you ditch processed foods.
Fibre: The Quiet Hero
Prebiotic fibre feeds gut bacteria, which then create short-chain fatty acids that activate GLP-1 receptors.
I’m using Myota’s Metabolic Booster to keep full and regulate appetite.
Nucleotides for Fat Metabolism
Dr. Peter Koeppel’s research into nucleotides shows they can help reduce fat gain, support muscle, and stabilize blood sugar.
I’m taking Nutri-tide in IntestAid IB for extra support.
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Sleep: The Underrated Superpower
Sleep isn’t optional—it’s essential.
One bad night and my appetite hormones spiral.
Now, I guard my seven hours like a hawk.
Because no sleep = no control.
What Comes Next?
In just a few weeks, I’ll be off the jabs completely.
But I’m not going into this blind. I have a plan, a purpose, and the fiercest motivation of all: my future baby.
If all goes well, IVF is coming at the end of summer.
And after that? Maybe I’ll return to the jabs, maybe not.
But for now, I’m holding the line—for me, and for the life I hope to create.
Wish me luck.