I feel like I'm doing well in my titrating stage. I have one more 2.5mg golden dose - that I could split out, but I only have one insulin syringe too, and no point ordering more - and then I'm done.
My appetite has increased, but not uncontrollably.
Food noise hasn't returned.
I'm eating in a significant calorie deficit in the week, then relaxing at the weekend.
My weight loss has slowed down, but it hasn't stopped.
Strength training, pilates, yoga and walking are doing excellent work on body recomp - my hips are narrowing and my stomach shrinking out of pace with what the scales are showing me. And I've never cared what the scales showed me.
The tops of my thighs are magnificently abundant - isn't weight loss weird? I expected my stomach to be the issue, but it's shrinking, albeit slowly. My thighs ain't going NOWHERE and it isn't loose skin. I really am like a melting candle - you can see all the ribs in my chest, my neck and shoulders are objectively scrawny now, but any muscles and bones in my thighs remain an assumption. Maybe, under all the fat, there's a skeleton, perhaps...? I mean, I can feel the muscles - my leg muscles are hardcore - but no one would ever know.
However - I don't care. They're holding me back when it comes to trousers - I have a size 12 waist and size 16 thighs - but again, I don't really care about numbers in clothes either.
I hate going to the gym to lift weights. Every session is pure, exquisite agony and I spend the whole time trying to justify why I don't need to do the next machine, or counting how many machines are left to work out to the tightest fraction how far through I am and when I can just stop. It's not physical agony - I find it the MOST boring thing on the planet to do.
But it's working. I am progressively lifting heavier weights, I can see good definition in my shoulders and arms, my hips really are shrinking, and I feel strong and powerful. So, I persist.