New Year, New Dress Sizes, Same 4:30am Aversion

🎉 Happy New Year!
Here we are—2025. New calendar, new chapter, and most importantly, new jeans that actually fit. 👖✨

We’re officially in Week 10 of my Mounjaro journey and I’m easing into January very slowly. No alarm-clock-based trauma just yet, because I’ve managed to dodge going back into the office until next week.

Honestly, I’m not emotionally equipped for 4:30am starts when it’s dark, freezing, and my duvet still loves me. ❄️🛌

🛍️ New Year, New Clothes!

First job of the year: shopping.
Because guess what? After losing over 29lbs, a lot of my wardrobe now fits like I’ve borrowed it from my taller, puffier past self. 🙃

And with a holiday at the end of the month (cue excitement and packing panic), I needed some new bits—something that makes me feel confident, comfy, and not like I’m about to burst a seam at breakfast.

So off I went. And guess what?
✅ Dropped a couple of dress sizes
✅ Didn’t cry in the changing room
✅ Found a new swimsuit I didn’t hate

10/10 shopping success. 👏

💉 Mounjaro Dilemma: To Increase or Not to Increase?

Now, here’s the curveball...

My next Mounjaro dose is technically due just a few days before I travel.
I’ve been on 5mg for over a month now, still losing weight, still side-effect free (hallelujah), and I’m meant to increase to 7.5mg.

But—do I really want to test out a higher dose right before flying off for a week of sunshine and seafood?
Do I want to risk nausea, stomach cramps, or any kind of bathroom drama mid-air? ✈️🤢
Absolutely not.

So, despite my pharmacist insisting I should go up a dose (“protocol,” “optimal results,” blah blah blah), I stood my ground.
I’m staying at 5mg for another 4 weeks.
💪 Power move. Zero regrets.

✈️ The Great Holiday Medication Decision

Next dilemma: Do I take the medication with me?

I did all the checks:
✔️ Fridge in the hotel room
✔️ Permission from pharmacy
✔️ Prescription in hand
✔️ Original packaging
✔️ Must be in hand luggage (NOT checked—those little pens don’t enjoy baggage handlers)

In the end, I’ve decided to tweak my injection schedule instead.
A little early before I leave, a little late once I get back—approved by the pharmacist, and avoids me smuggling refrigerated pharmaceuticals through airport security like some sort of wellness drug mule. 🧳💉😅

Side note: £68 increase on my holiday insurance just for declaring I’m on a GLP-1.
Charming.

🧠 Resolution Real Talk

Let’s be honest:
I haven’t written out a big list of resolutions.
I haven’t bought a “New Year New Me” journal.
And I’m not doing 6am yoga while sipping kale smoothies and pretending I’ve always liked quinoa. 🥬

Truth is, the last few days have been hard.
I’ve felt a bit flat, a bit fragile, and a bit lost.
So instead of setting big goals, I’m giving myself a few days to breathe, reflect, and work out what really matters to me this year.

No pressure. No perfection. Just space.

I’ll map out my 2025 priorities soon—but for now, just showing up and keeping my head above water feels like enough.

🏊‍♀️ Back to the Pool!

Good news though—I’m back in the swimming routine!
Spa visits have resumed, and the husband and I are once again flopping around like two determined sea lions in the slow lane.
And let’s be honest: nothing resets your brain quite like a dip in the pool followed by a smug sit in the steam room.

Here’s to routine slowly returning.
Here’s to small steps, soft starts, and showing up, even when you feel a bit wobbly.
And here’s to swimming costumes that don’t dig into your ribs quite so violently anymore. 🙌

⚖️ Final Note: Weigh-In Win!

This week’s loss? 3.4lbs! 🎉🎉🎉

Yes—after Christmas, New Year, Disaronno, outfit planning, and not a single panic salad in sight—I’m down another 3.4lbs.

That brings me to over 29lbs lost in total.

More energy. Less shame. Looser clothes. A LOT of learning.
Still me. Just… more me somehow. More hopeful. More alive. More proud.

2025—I’ve got plans for you.
But I’m coming in gentle. No sprinting.
Just small, brave steps. One at a time.

With love, layered outfits, a very sassy new dress, and one deeply satisfying weigh-in,
Helen x
One small step at a time. 💫🖤📉