Christmas Parties, Swimming Pools & A £210 Skip Fine (Because Of Course)
It’s Week 6 on Mounjaro and I’m starting to feel a bit like a festive weight-loss ninja—ducking and dodging temptations, one sparkly mince pie at a time. 🥋✨
This week brought with it all the classic December drama:
🎉 Work Christmas party
🎄 Too much wine (again)
🧼 More spa sessions (still no actual gym activity)
🚮 And a skip-based disaster that cost me £210 and part of my soul
Let’s begin with the glamour, shall we?
🍽️ The Office Christmas Party
Ah yes, the annual event where we all pretend not to judge each other’s dance moves and secretly hope we won’t end up in an embarrassing photo on the company intranet. 🕺📸
This was my first three-course meal since starting Mounjaro, and I was nervous.
Would it trigger side effects? Would I need to dash from the dancefloor to the loo mid-dessert? Would my dress still fit after the starter?
Here’s what I had:
🧡 Starter: Smoked mackerel rillettes (fancy fish paste, delicious)
🦃 Main: Traditional roast turkey with all the trimmings (minus the bloat, thanks to tiny stomach magic)
🍫 Dessert: Chocolate marquise with mandarin sorbet (so good I wanted to marry it, but I heroically only ate half 😇)
I was very restrained on the wine during the meal—like a festive saint—but did enjoy a few extra glasses after. Because, well… it’s Christmas.🍷🍷🍷
Side effects? None.
Not even a twinge. 10/10 would Christmas party again.
🚮 The Skip Saga (aka: The Most Expensive Kindness Ever)
Meanwhile, back at home, I decided to channel my inner DIY goddess and fill a skip with all the random garden rubbish that’s been glaring at me for months.
Because I’m a lovely neighbour (and apparently too trusting), I said to those nearby:
“Hey, there’s still space—feel free to chuck any bits in!” 💁♀️
Well. Mistake.
The skip company phoned the next day with the emotional energy of a Victorian headmistress:
“Three television screens have been placed in your skip. These are PROHIBITED ITEMS.”
Apparently, screens are the devil.
And apparently, I owed them £70 PER SCREEN.
That’s £210 in fines for someone else's tech-tossing antics. 😭💸📺📺📺
Lesson learned: next time, the neighbours can keep their rubbish and I’ll keep my cash.
🏊♀️ Exercise Update: Mermaids, Not Muscle Machines
Still haven’t made it into the actual gym (those machines look like torture devices for people with self-esteem).
But! The husband and I are still hitting the spa:
✔️ Swimming a few lengths
✔️ Steaming in the steam room
✔️ Floating in the jacuzzi like two middle-aged sea otters 🦦🫧
It’s gentle. It’s calming. And it absolutely counts as movement if you do it with purpose. (Which I do. While trying not to let my swimming cap slip off.)
⚖️ Weight Loss
Despite Christmas chaos and spa lounging, I’m down 3.4lbs this week! 🎉
I mean, COME ON. That’s magic.
I'm now over a stone down in total, and my clothes are fitting better, my energy’s improving, and I didn’t even have to skip dessert (well, all of it).
So yes, December is testing me.
It’s testing my willpower, my wallet, and my ability to not strangle neighbours over banned electronics.
But I’m doing this. Still standing. Still smiling (mostly).
And definitely not getting a skip again. Ever.
With love, leftover turkey, and no criminal record for fly tipping,
Helen x
One small step at a time. 💃✨
