December 2025 – Mounjaro Diaries

Well.

If November was steady…
December said, “Hold my champagne.”🥂✨

Let’s start with the headline:

📉 Total loss this month: 1lb

One.

Single.

Festively-defiant pound.

And honestly? I’ll take it.

Because December was not quiet. It was not structured. It was not protein-and-steps-on-repeat.

It was life. In sequins.

💉“Did You Stop Mounjaro For Christmas?”

I’ve been asked this more than once.

“Did you pause it so you could properly enjoy Christmas?”

Short answer?

No.

Longer answer?

Also no.😅

Here’s why.

For years, December meant one thing:
“All bets are off.”

I’d mentally pack it in by the second week of December.
Tell myself I’d “start fresh in January.”
Then spend the entire month oscillating between indulgence and guilt.

This year felt different.

Not restrictive.
Not rigid.
Not “diet mode.”

Just… steady.

I had the French food.🇫🇷
I had the champagne.🥂
I had the black tie dinners and the cocktails at Ronnie Scott’s.🍸
I had the roast dinners and the festive puddings.

But I didn’t abandon myself.

Mounjaro isn’t a punishment. It’s support.

And the goal isn’t to live a smaller life — it’s to live fully without losing control.

Has weight loss slowed? Yes.
Was December a textbook month? Absolutely not.
Did I enjoy myself? Completely.

But here’s the shift:

I no longer need to “stop everything” to enjoy Christmas.

Joy and progress are allowed to coexist.

Maybe not perfectly.
Maybe not dramatically.
But steadily.

And honestly?

Losing 1lb in December while living my life feels like a bigger win than white-knuckling my way through it.

🍷Work Christmas Meal – Le Petit Citroen

First up: Work Christmas dinner at Le Petit Citroen.

Was anything on that menu healthy?

Absolutely not.

Was everything exquisite?

Oui.🇫🇷

Three courses of unapologetic French deliciousness. Butter. Sauce. More butter. Bread that whispered “go on…”

And here’s the difference:

I enjoyed it.

No guilt spiral.
No “well that’s it, ruined now.”
No secret mental punishment the next morning.

Just a gorgeous meal. With lovely people. At Christmas.

This is what food freedom feels like.🥖🍷

🎨The House Situation (Send Help)

The painters have finished.

Did things return to normal?

They did not.

Instead, the carpets were ripped out.

Everywhere.

So now we are living in what can only be described as “Minimalist Dust Chic.”

Two days to get new carpets down before the blinds are fitted.

Two days.

And all I want to do is put up the Christmas tree.🎄

You don’t realise how emotionally stabilising a tree is until you’re pacing around a carpet-less lounge itching to put baubles somewhere.

🖤Black Tie at Whittlebury Spa

Now THIS was a moment.

Hubby’s Christmas event at Whittlebury Spa. Black tie. Proper black tie.🖤✨

I’ve known his colleagues for over 10 years.

TEN YEARS.

And multiple people did not recognise me.

I had to say, “It’s Helen.”

Which is both mildly awkward and deeply satisfying.

I wore a navy sequin dress.

And when I say I loved it… I mean I loved it.

Not in a “does this hide everything?” way.

In a “this is actually me and I feel good” way.

We ate another three-course dinner.
There was alcohol. Quite a lot of it.
I danced. Properly danced.💃

No knee panic.
No back pain.
No needing to sit down every 20 minutes.

Just joy.

And happiness levels were officially topped up.

💔The Reality Running Alongside It All

While all of this sparkle has been happening, my sister-in-law is still very poorly.

It’s been another month of hospital visits, difficult conversations, hope, worry, and everything in between.

December has that strange contrast sometimes.

You can be dressed up, laughing, clinking glasses… and then quietly driving to a hospital the next day.

Life doesn’t pause for Christmas.

And this journey doesn’t happen in isolation from real life.

If anything, it reminds me why I started.

Not to be perfect.

Not to be smaller.

But to be strong enough to hold both joy and heartbreak at the same time.

🚆More Office Trips. More After-Work Drinks.

Apparently December at work means:

• “Just one more drink before Christmas!”
• “Let’s squeeze in one more meet-up!”
• “It’s only once a year!”

Which is true.

Except it’s happened about seven times.😂

And no, I haven’t stopped the Mounjaro.

People have asked that.

“Have you paused it so you can enjoy Christmas?”

No.

Because enjoyment doesn’t require abandoning myself.

Life is busy. Weight loss has definitely slowed.

But I’m living. Fully.

And I’d rather lose 1lb while living my life than 5lbs while hiding from it.

🎄The Tree Is Finally Up

Decorating is finished.

Carpets are down.

Blinds are fitted.

The tree is up.🎄✨

I cannot explain the level of satisfaction.

The house feels calm again.

I, however, am knackered.

No gym visits this month. None. Zero.😅

And I’m okay with that.

🕯22nd December – Concert by Candlelight

Peterborough Cathedral.

Christmas songs.

Candlelight everywhere.🕯✨

It was one of those evenings where you feel warm from the inside out.

Lovely meal beforehand (obviously).
Festive atmosphere.
That quiet December magic.

🍸27th December – Ronnie Scott’s

Because why stop?

Ronnie Scott’s on the 27th.

More food.
More cocktails.
More laughter.

Controlled excess?
Let’s call it… managed enthusiasm. 😉

📉So… Just 1lb?

Yes.

Just 1lb.

But here’s what that 1lb represents:

✨I stayed consistent.
✨I didn’t “pause” my progress.
✨I enjoyed life without losing control.
✨I didn’t spiral in January panic mode.

December used to be the month I mentally gave up.

This December?

I lived it.

Sequins. Champagne. Cathedral concerts. Hospital corridors. Dusty carpets. French sauces.

All of it.

And I’m still here.

Still steady.

Still doing this.

If you’re worried about Christmas slowing your progress, please hear me:

You don’t have to choose between joy and health.

You can have both.

Maybe not perfectly.

Maybe not dramatically.

But steadily.

And steady is what lasts.

With love (and slightly tired feet),
Helen💕