Where the Hell Did 2 Stone Go?! My Mounjaro Journey So Far

L
Mar 31
8 min read

I’ve decided I had to start documenting my journey and create the Mounjaro & Me planner. As of today, I’m 1lb away from losing 2 stone—and I’m on week 12! I will be blogging and tracking everything from now! You’d think I’d be seeing a huge difference by now, right? But honestly, it’s only this week that I’ve started to notice my jeans getting baggy around the crotch, thighs, and knees.

And yet, when I look in the mirror… my face looks exactly the same. HOW?! I’ve lost the equivalent of two 6kg kettlebells (plus a little extra!), my BMI has dropped by 2 points, and I know my organs and lungs are thanking me for the change. But seriously… where the hell was that 2 stone hiding?!

It’s making me wonder—is this some kind of imposter syndrome side effect? Or have I unknowingly developed body dysmorphia after spending the last decade doubling my weight?

Why I’m Now Tracking More Than Just the Scales

This is exactly why I decided, when I hit 1.5 stone lost, that I needed to start tracking measurements and taking progress photos. Because this journey is not just about the number on the scale! But I am the type of person who stays away from a camera and just went with the flow when started and didnt really believe a change would happen.

Don’t get me wrong—I feel an incredible sense of relief knowing I’ve lost 2 stone. But at the same time, it’s a wake-up call to how much damage I’ve done to my body. A healthy weight person would notice a 2-stone drop immediately, but for me, it’s almost like it’s vanished into thin air.

The Next 2 Stone Is Where the Magic Happens

That being said, I do know that my next 2-stone loss will be where I really start seeing a difference. The weight zones I’m entering now? I haven’t been there in five years.

So now, I’m eyeing up my old jeans—the ones I used to wear back then. And I know that the moment I get them over my ass, it’ll feel real. That’ll be the moment I finally see, feel, and believe how far I’ve come.

A Look Back: My First 12 Weeks on Mounjaro

To give you the full picture of my journey, I want to recap the last 12 weeks—where I started, what I struggled with, and how I got to this point.

At the start of January, I stepped on the scales and had a brutal reality check: I had doubled my weight since 2011, the year I first moved to this town. That moment hit hard. I’d been casually researching Mounjaro for a while, and that was the push I needed—I decided to give it a try.

I used to Boots, got sent out my first 2.5mg dose, and started on January 6th.

This wasn’t my first time trying a weight loss injection—I had used Saxenda in 2021, but the mental side effects were brutal. My mental health was already in a fragile place back then. I had suddenly developed agoraphobia, which stemmed from overworking night shifts. I was constantly exhausted, working 25+ nights a month for nearly a year, and then—out of nowhere—one day, I had a panic attack outside Wilkinson’s. It was so intense that I became terrified of being outside during the day, surrounded by people.

That panic attack made me realize just how deep my depression had become—something I had unknowingly masked with work. My social life had completely disappeared, and it wasn’t until that moment that I saw how isolated I had become.

Unfortunately, Saxenda made everything worse. It amplified all the negatives, bringing thoughts and emotions I had never experienced before. I knew that if Mounjaro affected me the same way, I would stop immediately. But I’m in a completely different place now—more self-aware, prepared, and ready to listen to my body.

Month 1: Adjusting to Mounjaro

That first week? Totally fine. No major issues.

But my biggest challenge in the first month on 2.5mg wasn’t the medication—it was fighting my own habits. My brain still said I craved junk, I actually didn't though, I was still buying Starbucks and the rest of the crap out of habit, and I definitely wasn’t eating properly.

That’s me all over—queen of self-sabotage! Toxic addict traits still run deep in me, and I know it. But the fact that I kept going, kept adjusting, and didn’t let those old habits win? That’s a huge step in itself.

Maybe… a little. But at the end of the day, this is my journey, and it’s completely unique to me.

Did I Waste the First Month?

Because of my deep-rooted issues, even when my mind knew what I should be doing, I still found myself fighting against making the right choices for myself.

Why? That’s probably a psychologist’s dream to unpack—and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve never been properly diagnosed with a whole list of things. 😅

I didn't record the weekly losses It was nothing huge like I have seen some people in there first month but I have averaged the whole way even with my defiance an average of 1-2lb a week so its still really good and 'what they say is the healthy way.

Month 2: A Turning Point

At the start of Month 2, I assumed I had to move up to the next dose (5mg), so I did. Looking back, that was probably the best decision I could have made.

Even though I was still messing around with takeaways, I was buying them far less often and making healthier choices when I did. But once I moved to 5mg, everything changed—the appetite suppression kicked in hard, and for the first time, the food noise disappeared. Like, really disappeared.

Suddenly, I wasn’t constantly fighting myself anymore. Before, I’d think, I know I’m not hungry, but f** it, I’ll still buy and eat the wrong things anyway.* But on 5mg, that urge just... vanished.

And it wasn’t just food—my impulsive nature in general started to fade. The constant pull to make rash decisions, the need for instant gratification—all of it dramatically reduced. It felt so freeing, almost identical to what I experienced in rehab in 2011, when the obsession to use drugs finally lifted.

For the first time in years, I started to feel mentally different—in a good way. That shift allowed me to start making better choices without feeling like I was forcing myself.

I became more curious about nutrition, started researching protein, and finally viewed food as fuel instead of an emotional crutch. That constant, exhausting need for food, the one I woke up and fell asleep with every single day? It was finally quiet.

I wasn’t seeing massive drops on the scale—just 1-2 lbs a week—but the mindset shift changed everything. For the first time, I truly believed I could get back to a healthier version of myself.

Month 3: Breaking Old Habits & Learning My Limits

I decided to increase my dose to 7.5mg, and surprisingly, the day after my first jab, I felt real hunger for the first time since starting. My stomach was actually rumbling, which confused and slightly concerned me, but despite that, I found myself still making the right choices effortlessly.

One of the biggest tests this month came when a friend was visiting, and we had a pizza night at their place. Normally, this would have been a binge trigger, but I stuck to just chicken—and I felt completely satisfied with it.

Another huge shift? My lifelong addiction to Coca-Cola. I had still been drinking it, though significantly less than before. But with Lent starting on March 5th, I decided to challenge myself: 40 days and 40 nights without Coke for lent.

Every year, I try to give something up for Lent, and every year, I fail within days. But now? It’s March 31st, and I haven’t had a single sip—not just of Coke, but of any fizzy drinks at all. And the wildest part? I don’t even miss it. Considering I’ve been drinking Coke since I was 12 or 13, and never gone more than a few days without it, this feels mind-blowing.

Side Effects & Adjustments

Overall, my side effects have been manageable throughout the first three months.

I had the classic Mounjaro burps at first, but in February, I started taking Wellgard My Journey multivitamins, and as advertised, they’ve reduced the fizz, bad taste, and most of the burps.
The main issue has been constipation, but it’s not unbearable. This month, I tried Wellgard Fiber Gummies to help, but my first experience was a water-ass disaster—so now I’m experimenting to find the right balance.
I’ve had occasional upper stomach pain, but that was 100% my fault—turns out, eating two Domino’s Cadbury Creme Egg cookies was a terrible idea. By morning, I was fine, but lesson learned.
One night, I had acid reflux so bad that it reached my mouth—and as someone with a phobia of being sick, it was disgusting.
Oddly enough, I kind of enjoy the random "ick" feeling I get in waves most days. It’s like a little reminder that I’m on track and doing well.

Moving Forward

With three months down, I’m finally starting to see real change—not just physically, but in my habits, mindset, and overall health. The next step? Keep pushing forward and see where this journey takes me next.

Month 4: Finding My Groove & Thinking Long-Term

As I move into Month 4, I’ve decided to stick with the 7.5mg pen for now. My side effects have been at their strongest so far, but they’re still manageable, and more importantly, my food choices have been incredible. I’m hitting my protein goals most days, still actively losing 1-2 lbs per week, and overall, I feel in control.

Looking ahead, I want to stay at this dose as long as possible. I have this underlying fear that once I hit 15mg, the appetite suppression and control over impulsiveness might start to wear off. In hindsight, I almost regret moving up so soon, not realizing I could have stayed on any dose longer. I never want to lose this feeling—but I also know that by the time I reach my goal weight, I’ll need a solid exit plan in place.

My hope is that by then, I will have built lasting lifestyle changes, and my relationship with food will remain as it is now. But I also know that time can shift perspectives, so staying mindful is key.

Today, I took progress photos, and in the morning, I’ll take measurements. I’m committing to actively using my planner daily and updating this blog weekly—even if no one is reading it. This will be my way of staying accountable, and in a year’s time, I know looking back will be an eye-opening reflection on how far I’ve come.