I’m on the road again: four cities, two rental kitchenettes, and one very loyal protein bar habit. My GLP-1 and I are apparently on separate trips.
I keep waiting for the quiet everyone talks about. Instead my brain still narrates every gas-station snack aisle like it’s a cooking show.
Scale is flat-ish, steps are decent, water is fine, and I’m not even having rough side effects. So it’s not chaos—just… nothing obvious.
I know bodies aren’t vending machines, but I’d love a sign. Has anyone had a slow start that eventually turned into something?
Or did you find the non-food stuff—sleep, strength, walking—did more early heavy lifting than the med?