Hi all. Ryanne here. Today marks 8 days since my first Mounjaro shot, and it's good to be here.
A little background (I'll try to keep it brief).
T2 diabetic, diagnosed 12 years back. I went VLC/keo, exercised regularly, and got my A1C down to 5.2 inside 6 months on 500mg metformin twice a day, with about 35lbs lost. A few years on, that A1C sat at 4.8 and I cut the metworming to once daily. A1C crept back to 5.2, but I was still content with those numbers.
Then roughly 8 years go by, and I'm cruising at 60mph, perfectly happy, when BOOM — a massive brick wall by the name of menopause. The horrendous hot flashes brought higher BG numbers and a bit of weight gain with them. It was a real struggle.
The hot flashes became so bad I couldn't sleep (every 5-15m, 24h a day) and driving terrified me. After a few rounds of "just tough it out", the doctor started me on an SSRI. Great for the hot flashes, but my BG numbers climbed further, and so did my weight. About 6 months of that brought more difficult side effects, so off it I came and onto a low dose birth control pill instead. Hot flashes stayed fine, BG numbers rose, weight rose, A1C rose.
That one produced nasty side effects of its own (3 week long periods, for instance) and the doctor withdrew it. More than a year had gone by at that point and the hot flashes had receeded to occasional. The BG numbers never came back down, and I couldn't get any weight off either.
A couple of bones got broken along the way, which made exercise harder. Frozen shoulders, plural, which made weights harder. And here we are. I weigh slightly more than at diagnosis. My A1C sits in the mid 7s (initially diagnosed at 10.4, so at least it's still an improvement). I remain pretty strict vlc/keto, which is thoroughly depressing. It's like I'm willing to do the work, it just isn't making a difference anymore.
I'm so tired of thinking about food. So tired of counting numbers. Sick to death of struggling and trying and working and failing over and over and over. It's been that way my whole life and I feel completely broken now. So I asked my doctor for a GLP-1 and she agreed. I know I still need to work. I've worked so hard for so long. And I really badly want to reach a place where it isn't on my mind all of the time.
My first dose landed on May 15th. The first two days: absolutely no change at all. On the third day my bladder developed a worm hole connection to Niagra Falls and I swear it felt like I was peeing twice as much as I actually weigh.
Really bad bloating came with it too — sipping water was difficult and dehydration worried me. Loose/comfy pants were almost too tight to wear, the band digging in badly.
And I'm utterly exhausted.
Like I said, it's been rough.
Because the side effects hit hardest at the start of my work week (Monday and Tuesday), I shifted dose two to Thursday (5/21) — if I'm going to feel rough, better at home. Nearly wetting your pants on the drive home is embarrassing at any age, let alone 50 something. The peeing eased off thankfully, though it seemed to sneak back up on me last night/this morning.
Anyway, there's more, but I can babel/type along forever and this is an introduction, not my life story.
Looking forward to joining in with the group.
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A little background (I'll try to keep it brief).
T2 diabetic, diagnosed 12 years back. I went VLC/keo, exercised regularly, and got my A1C down to 5.2 inside 6 months on 500mg metformin twice a day, with about 35lbs lost. A few years on, that A1C sat at 4.8 and I cut the metworming to once daily. A1C crept back to 5.2, but I was still content with those numbers.
Then roughly 8 years go by, and I'm cruising at 60mph, perfectly happy, when BOOM — a massive brick wall by the name of menopause. The horrendous hot flashes brought higher BG numbers and a bit of weight gain with them. It was a real struggle.
The hot flashes became so bad I couldn't sleep (every 5-15m, 24h a day) and driving terrified me. After a few rounds of "just tough it out", the doctor started me on an SSRI. Great for the hot flashes, but my BG numbers climbed further, and so did my weight. About 6 months of that brought more difficult side effects, so off it I came and onto a low dose birth control pill instead. Hot flashes stayed fine, BG numbers rose, weight rose, A1C rose.
That one produced nasty side effects of its own (3 week long periods, for instance) and the doctor withdrew it. More than a year had gone by at that point and the hot flashes had receeded to occasional. The BG numbers never came back down, and I couldn't get any weight off either.
A couple of bones got broken along the way, which made exercise harder. Frozen shoulders, plural, which made weights harder. And here we are. I weigh slightly more than at diagnosis. My A1C sits in the mid 7s (initially diagnosed at 10.4, so at least it's still an improvement). I remain pretty strict vlc/keto, which is thoroughly depressing. It's like I'm willing to do the work, it just isn't making a difference anymore.
I'm so tired of thinking about food. So tired of counting numbers. Sick to death of struggling and trying and working and failing over and over and over. It's been that way my whole life and I feel completely broken now. So I asked my doctor for a GLP-1 and she agreed. I know I still need to work. I've worked so hard for so long. And I really badly want to reach a place where it isn't on my mind all of the time.
My first dose landed on May 15th. The first two days: absolutely no change at all. On the third day my bladder developed a worm hole connection to Niagra Falls and I swear it felt like I was peeing twice as much as I actually weigh.
Really bad bloating came with it too — sipping water was difficult and dehydration worried me. Loose/comfy pants were almost too tight to wear, the band digging in badly.
And I'm utterly exhausted.
Like I said, it's been rough.
Because the side effects hit hardest at the start of my work week (Monday and Tuesday), I shifted dose two to Thursday (5/21) — if I'm going to feel rough, better at home. Nearly wetting your pants on the drive home is embarrassing at any age, let alone 50 something.
The peeing eased off thankfully, though it seemed to sneak back up on me last night/this morning.Anyway, there's more, but I can babel/type along forever and this is an introduction, not my life story.
Looking forward to joining in with the group.
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