I'm down 44lb in 9 months, slow and steady with plenty of stalls along the way.
Neck not looking too bad (I use Elemis, the other expensive habit I've picked up that I can't afford ), tops of thighs, tops of arms and side boob pretty wrinkly, belly a state but then it was anyway after 3 babies, sides of mouth looking more droopy.
Every bit of it worth it, every penny, every stretch mark, every inch of wobbly skin. I love being a size 14 (vanity sized 12) instead of a stretchy 18/20. Every Christmas for the past 25 years I've promised I'd lose weight by the next, and every year I have failed. That sort of continued failure brings you down.
Those clueless folks who think we're 'cheating' have no idea how hard we have tried, every diet, every hour in the gym or pounding the pavement (it's so much harder to move a heavier body, those who've never walked in our shoes dont understand this), every pound that we have lost and regained over and over again over the decades, the restriction and then inevitable binge cycle, the continuous battle and failure. I am so very happy that we have finally have something to help even the playing field, helping us to stick to the healthy eating we have been trying to achieve all these years. I am certainly not finding it 'easy', just easier than it was without MJ and therefore finally achievable.
Frankly quitting smoking was an absolute doddle compared to ignoring the constant, howling, clawing food noise (just went cold turkey after 10 years of smoking, no patches, gums or vapes, easy peasy)- I have willpower in spades as it happens but insulin resistance, dopamine seeking and a voracious appetite was just too much for me to overcome without support. And that's before perimenopause kicked in.
I still have another 2 stones to go atleast, as my ethnicity means I should have a lower BMI. 1lb per week, just need to keep plodding (and shelling out for spendy jabs).
Sorry for the saga, I am very grateful to be part of this group.