November 2025 – Mounjaro Diaries

Well.

November really said,
“Let’s see how steady you are now, shall we?”

And apparently… quite steady actually.

But before we talk about concerts, painters, Paddington at 5:30am, and roast beef the size of a duvet…

Let’s address the rather enormous elephant that is no longer on my frame.

💯I Have Lost 101.8lbs

Yes. You read that correctly.

Starting weight: 19 stone 13.8lbs (279.8lbs)
Current weight: 12 stone 10lbs (178lbs)

Total loss: 101.8lbs
That’s 7 stone 3.8lbs.
That’s 46.2kg.

Triple digits.

I don’t even know how to process that.

That’s not “a bit of weight.”
That’s not “doing well.”
That’s an entire person’s worth of weight.

And yet…

What feels bigger than the number is this:

I didn’t white-knuckle my way here.
I didn’t punish myself here.
I didn’t arrive here exhausted and broken.

I arrived steady.

And that feels like the real win.

Right. Now we can proceed with November chaos.

🎶Marti Pellow at The O2

First weekend of November and I’m back in London.
Because apparently I now live on trains.

Marti Pellow at The O2 — another work freebie (honestly, I love my job sometimes).

Here’s what struck me:

I stood the entire concert.
No leg pain.
No squeezing into the seat.
No pretending I “just needed the loo” because my back was screaming.

I sang. I swayed. I existed in the moment.

Old Helen would have been calculating angles for photos and wondering how big she looked in the crowd.

This Helen just wondered if the train home would be cancelled.

Growth.

🚗Car Service & MOT

Car went in.

No dramas.
No advisory notes.
No surprise £800 bill.

A November miracle.

🚆Paddington & Pall Mall

Back to Paddington three times this month.

Why are dark mornings so personally offensive?

In summer I’m a capable woman with ambition.
In November I’m a Victorian orphan on Platform 3.

The 12th was particularly epic:

Office all day.
Evening event in Pall Mall.
Ridiculously long hours.

And yes… there was complimentary champagne.

Now this is where old patterns used to live.

“Free drink? Well that’s the day ruined.”
“May as well eat everything.”
“Start again Monday.”

This time?

I had a glass, or two.
I enjoyed it.
I came home.
I carried on.

No spiral.
No drama.
No internal war.

That is emotional weight I have lost too.

🍽Sunday Lunch at the Spa (Exercise = 0)

Spa day.

Did I swim? No.
Did I gym? Also no.
Did I demolish a roast beef dinner like it was my job? Yes.

And you know what?

No guilt.

Because food is no longer either:

• Reward

• Punishment

• Escape

• Failure

It’s just food.

And that might be the quietest transformation of all.

🎨Why Did I Renovate The Entire House?

The painters arrived.

Lounge.
Dining room.
Kitchen.
Hall.
Stairs.
Landing.
Downstairs toilet.

WHY did I choose all at once?

The sofa is currently in exile.
There is dust in places I don’t want to discuss.
And the house looks like we’re preparing for a low-budget home makeover show.

But here’s the metaphor (because you know I love one):

Sometimes everything looks messy while it’s being rebuilt.

And that’s okay.

💔The Bit I Wish I Wasn’t Writing

November hasn’t just been concerts, champagne and paint fumes.

My sister-in-law is very poorly. Stage 4 cancer. Sepsis. Hospital stays that feel never-ending. The kind of weeks where your phone lighting up makes your stomach drop before you even look at it.📱💔

It’s been one of those months where life feels very loud and very fragile all at once.

Hospitals have a way of putting everything into perspective.
The decorating chaos? Doesn’t matter.
The early trains? Don’t matter.
Even crossing the 100lb milestone — as huge as that is — feels quiet in those corridors.

What matters is being there.
Sitting. Listening. Holding hands.🫶

And here’s the thing I didn’t expect…

I’m able to be there.

Not breathless.
Not in agony from my legs.
Not desperate to sit down after five minutes.

Just… there.

When I started this journey, I thought it was about weight. About clothes sizes. About finally not avoiding photos.

But in moments like this, I realise it was about something much deeper.

It was about getting my health back so I could show up when life gets hard.

Not smaller.

Stronger.💪✨

And if you’re walking through something heavy right now too — I’m sending you the biggest squeeze. This journey doesn’t happen in a bubble. Real life keeps happening around it. And sometimes it’s messy and heartbreaking and beautiful all at once.

📉Current Weight: 12 Stone 10lbs

Which means I have officially crossed the 100lb milestone.

Not because November was calm.
Not because life was tidy.
Not because I was perfect.

But because I kept showing up.

On the weeks with concerts.
On the weeks with champagne.
On the weeks with hospital visits.
On the weeks with dust and disruption.

Consistency beats perfection. Every time.

🧠Mindset Shift This Month

You don’t need a quiet life to make progress.

You need:

• Self-trust.

• Emotional steadiness.

• And the ability to come back to yourself when things wobble.

Mounjaro has helped the weight shift.

But the real transformation?

It’s in the response.

No spirals.
No “I’ve ruined it.”
No dramatic restarts.

Just:
“Okay. Back we go.”

✍️Journal Prompt of the Month

When life feels overwhelming, what does “steady” look like for you?

Not perfect.
Not impressive.
Just steady.

Is it:

• Taking your injection on time?

• Eating protein before pastries?

• Going to bed early?

• Sitting with grief instead of numbing it?

Small still counts.

Always.

November has been loud.
Heavy.
Messy.

And yet here we are.

101.8lbs lighter.
Stronger in ways that don’t show on the scale.
Still going.

If you’re reading this thinking,
“I could never do that…”

Please know: I once thought that too.

This wasn’t about willpower.
It was about finally doing the inner work alongside the injection.

One small step at a time.

With love (and longing to get my home back to normal),
Helen💕