04/17/2026
You have heard me mention my
personal GLP-1 journey.
Today I want to tell you what it
actually felt like.
Week by week.
Not the summary version.
The real one.
Week 1:
Nausea. Real, persistent nausea.
I almost stopped.
I also noticed, by Day 5,
that the voice in my head telling me
to eat when I was not actually hungry
had gotten quieter.
I did not know what to call it yet.
I called it interesting.
Week 2:
The nausea was manageable.
The quiet was louder.
The food noise, the background hum of
"what will I eat, when will I eat,
should I have eaten that" --
it was just, gone.
I had not realized how much mental
bandwidth
that noise had been consuming
until it was not there anymore.
Week 3:
I slept differently.
I cannot explain it precisely
except to say that I woke up one
Tuesday morning
and felt restored in a way I had
not felt in longer than I could
accurately remember.
Week 4:
The weight started to shift.
Three pounds.
I noticed it less than I expected to.
What I noticed more was that I was
making faster decisions at work.
Clearer sentences in consultations.
Lighter somehow, and not in the
physical sense.
Week 6:
This is the week that changed
everything.
I was sitting in a meeting
and someone made a comment
about my appearance.
"You look different," they said.
"What are you doing?"
And instead of feeling self-conscious,
instead of deflecting or minimizing,
I said: "I am taking better care of my
biology.
It is showing."
I had never said anything like that before.
I had spent years making myself smaller
in conversations about my own health.
In that moment I took up exactly the
space I deserved.
That was not the medication.
That was what the medication
made possible.
Week 12:
Down 14 lbs.
Sleeping deeply.
Thinking clearly.
Leading differently.
The shame that had lived in my body
for longer than I want to admit
was starting to find the door.
Month 6:
30 lbs.
But I stopped leading with that number
a long time ago.
Because the number was never the story.
The story was a physician who spent years
treating everyone's biology
except her own,
finally receiving the same care
she had been giving.
And discovering, in the receiving,
that she was worth