Shaun Says: Weigh heh! Things moving in right direction
I’ve completed my first month of Mounjaro injections and on Wednesday morning i went to see Emma, the specialist diabetic nurse, for my check up.
She asked how it has been, so I’ll tell you what I told her.
Things that have changed, I’m not craving snacks, those little niggly voices in my head screaming for chocolate or biscuits are hardly there, easy to ignore. I’m eating better, takeaways, which had become almost a daily event, have been relegated to a once a week treat, I’m cooking from scratch, Janine is doing healthy pasta dishes, I’m cooking my spicy favourites, curry, chilli, but I’m cutting out most of the fats, using chicken instead of lamb. Little changes but no lack of flavour.
I’ve kept up with my swimming and walking, and begun some free weight training, not heavy weights, baby steps after all.
I’m busy with comedy gigs, but not falling into the trap of a Ginsters pasty at Ferrybridge services after midnight.
I’ve had two nights, yep, two nights of almost unbroken sleep which is a revelation!
Thursday night i took my second trip of the week to Middle for a spot on a new material night, the room was lovely and the crowd, with the exception of one drunk and angry woman, we’re warm, welcoming and up for a laugh.
Our host was Boro lad James Kilvington, who’s been down at the Last Laugh comedy club here in Sheffield a fair few times, and got the crowd laughing and on side right from the off.I was the opener and did a good 20 minutes, with some big laughs and great crowd feedback. In the middle section we’re Gemma Bate from Hartlepool, and local lad Oscar Spensley, who did a manful job in the face of noisy drunk girl.
Our Headliner was Dean Coughlin, a Liverpool lad now living in Middlesbrough, he had us all, crowd and fellow acts, in stitches and really brought a great night to a great close.
A Fairly long drive there and back but we’ll worth the miles.
Anyway, back to the Mounjaro, and the anticipated weigh in, always trepidatious, especially when trying something new, I stepped onto the scales gingerly, awaiting the news, was i up, down or just the same? Yes, I’m milking this for all the tension, things seemed to go into slow motion, as my feet settled into position, and the needle on the scales began to rotate around the dial.
Disco! I’m down 5 kilos, three pounds short of a stone lost in the first four weeks. No ill effects, just a satisfying feeling that maybe, this time it’s coming together. Watch this space.