Taylor1995
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Hello, fellow health warriors (and ninjas).
It’s been a minute since I last checked in, but I wanted to drop an update because when I was starting this whole thing, I was desperate for stories that didn’t sound like they were written by kale influencers. So here’s mine: raw and slightly unhinged.
For nearly my entire life, food and I had a toxic relationship. I tried all the things tracking, cutting, starving, bargaining with the universe...but my hunger was louder than a toddler in Target. Fatigue? Oh yes, I had that too. My doctor’s advice? “Just change your lifestyle.” Thanks, genius. Why didn’t I think of that?
Now in my mid-40s, I've become desperate. Everyone in my life thinks GLPs are snake oil. So naturally, I went rogue. I got my first Tirzepatide prescription through an online service, and eventually found a way to make it more sustainable (read: DIY shenanigans). Every time I crack open a new vial, I feel like I’m either about to heal myself or create a Marvel villain origin story. So far, so good. I started on Tirzepatide 16(+/-) weeks ago at 2.5mg and am up to 5mg. I'm still successfully hiding the peps and BAC water in my garage fridge and no one seems to have noticed.
Here’s the miracle: I’m no longer possessed by junk food demons. I crave fish, veggies, and fruit like a functional adult. I often get full (FULL!! I didn’t know that was a real thing), and I’ll put half my meal in the fridge like some kind of responsible human. Honestly, I tear up a little each time because for the first time in my life, food isn’t running my life.
Mid-40s means my muscle mass and metabolism have left the building, so I joined a bootcamp. They scanned me like a human barcode and told me where my fat, muscle, and strength levels were. I started at five gym days a week (who was that person?) and now I’ve leveled out to three. The results? Less fat, more muscle (not a whole lot more, but more), and actual hope that I may someday have muscle definition.
Stats Check:
Stay sneaky, stay strong.
—Garage Fridge Ninja
It’s been a minute since I last checked in, but I wanted to drop an update because when I was starting this whole thing, I was desperate for stories that didn’t sound like they were written by kale influencers. So here’s mine: raw and slightly unhinged.
For nearly my entire life, food and I had a toxic relationship. I tried all the things tracking, cutting, starving, bargaining with the universe...but my hunger was louder than a toddler in Target. Fatigue? Oh yes, I had that too. My doctor’s advice? “Just change your lifestyle.” Thanks, genius. Why didn’t I think of that?
Now in my mid-40s, I've become desperate. Everyone in my life thinks GLPs are snake oil. So naturally, I went rogue. I got my first Tirzepatide prescription through an online service, and eventually found a way to make it more sustainable (read: DIY shenanigans). Every time I crack open a new vial, I feel like I’m either about to heal myself or create a Marvel villain origin story. So far, so good. I started on Tirzepatide 16(+/-) weeks ago at 2.5mg and am up to 5mg. I'm still successfully hiding the peps and BAC water in my garage fridge and no one seems to have noticed.
Here’s the miracle: I’m no longer possessed by junk food demons. I crave fish, veggies, and fruit like a functional adult. I often get full (FULL!! I didn’t know that was a real thing), and I’ll put half my meal in the fridge like some kind of responsible human. Honestly, I tear up a little each time because for the first time in my life, food isn’t running my life.
Mid-40s means my muscle mass and metabolism have left the building, so I joined a bootcamp. They scanned me like a human barcode and told me where my fat, muscle, and strength levels were. I started at five gym days a week (who was that person?) and now I’ve leveled out to three. The results? Less fat, more muscle (not a whole lot more, but more), and actual hope that I may someday have muscle definition.
Stats Check:
- SW: 181
- CW: 150
- GW: 138
Stay sneaky, stay strong.
—Garage Fridge Ninja
