I have to be honest…I’m not a very good eater. I don’t think I ever was.
It’s not because I don’t like certain foods, it’s because I’m not making the investment I should be making when it comes to grocery shopping, choosing healthier foods and looking up different recipes to try and cook.
On week three, I experienced acid reflux and the kind where I’m fast asleep and suddenly feel a surge of acid coming up and I shoot up from my bed to avoid throwing up.
Not a good feeling at all, especially when you’re hardcore sleeping.
This week was another bout of running to the bathroom – not as bad as when I had the bowl of cereal but slowly discovering there are foods I may need to cook differently or not eat at all.
My mom likes to have dinner ready, however, while I love her cooking,, my stomach takes a different approach when it comes to certain foods and how it’s prepared.
This week she cooked pork with yellow rice which is my favorite. I take my meds Sunday evening, so I was fine with what she cooked this weekend.
On Monday, (which was Christmas day) we had leftovers. To supplement the rice, she made potato salad with eggs and mayo, but easy on the mayo. I took a very small portion and didn’t think anything of it…
Until later that evening. First the burps started, for which I have to say, repeating eggs isn’t fun.
Then the heartburn pain and by then I already knew, I made a mistake in eating the potato salad. I went to bed early in the hopes I can sleep through the pain but my stomach had other ideas.
From 10 pm till about 12:30 that night, I had gone to the bathroom so much, there was nothing left to come out, but my stomach was able to find some liquid.
It was fucked up, because the minute I made myself comfortable, I had to run back to the bathroom. It was literally a nightmare.
The rest of the week faired well and long and behold another pound was gone.
Now I never recorded my weight at 184. At some point, well before I was able to get on Mounjaro, I hijacked all the way to 188 pounds. The most I ever weighed in my life and to see 178 on the scale that third week, I was very happy, despite what I went through Monday night.
Now, I don’t know if it’s me, considering I take my injection on Sundays between Week 3 and this week, I’ve noticed I’ve been feeling hungrier and it’s not a good feeling at all.
It almost feels like I don’t feel satisfied and on Wednesday of this week (12/27), I had a half of a bag of popcorn. Thursday, I had Chinese food, chicken and broccoli but ate more later that night when I wasn’t feeling hungry, ate the rest of the popcorn and a piece of candy.
Trust me, I am not happy with myself. And weighing in early this week at 177.2, this morning (Friday 12/29) I was 178.6.
Not a happy camper, but seriously, what should I expect.
Okay granted it’s not like I gained 2 or 3 pounds but the mere fact, here I am on the scale at 178 again with a short lived 177, I affirmed to myself, if I want to see real significant changes, I can’t be pulling shit like that on myself.
On top of that I think the mind likes to play tricks on how you feel. It almost feels like I gained 10 pounds and I’m feeling bigger, although technically I’m not.
There are clothes I have, which at some point couldn’t fit into anymore, now are fitting a bit better than before. It’s a pretty awful feeling when you wear something and towards the end of the day, after breakfast and lunch, it almost feels like my skin rapidly growing and ripping out of my clothes like the Incredible Hulk or somehow my clothes melded into my skin.
I know this is a journey and granted the instant gratification in me wants results as soon as humanly possible.
Until then. Take care of you.
