Week 1: The Beginning “Behind the Salad Dressing: A Secret Slimmer is Born (Kicking off the journey, sneaky jab behind the fat-free bottle, full of promise.)

 Hello fellow jabbers!

So, six days ago, I embarked on my Mounjaro journey, and so far, so good! Very few side effects—unless you count an intense desire to climb the scales like it's Mount Everest and whisper, “Be kind to me, you liar.”

I’m 54, but in my head, I’m still 24. My body, however, is convinced we’re 74 and should probably be napping right now. But I refuse! I’ve got a grandbaby arriving this summer, and I fully intend to be the fun grandma—not the one who needs a snack and a sit-down after one game of peek-a-boo.

Now, here’s the deal: I’m the fat friend everyone adores “just as I am.” The one who gets told, “Don’t change! You won’t be the same! We love you like this!” Meanwhile, I’m over here, internally screaming, “Great, but can I also love myself enough to not get winded tying my shoes?”

So, this journey? Hush-hush. Top secret.
Even my husband has no idea. My Mounjaro pen is stealthily hidden behind the fat-free salad dressing in the fridge—because let’s be honest, no one in this house has ever willingly reached for fat-free salad dressing. 

I plan to shrink in silence and see how long it takes people to notice. Will they say, “Wow, you look amazing!” or just assume I finally caved and started washing my leggings in hot water? Only time will tell.

But I know YOU all get it. So, here’s to vanishing in plain sight, feeling fabulous, and proving that ‘being loved just as I am’ includes the new, slimmer me too! Cheers to jabbing our way to health—one sneaky fridge stash at a time!