Needles, Nausea & Non-Scale Victories: My Weight Loss Journey So Far

From hiding in photos to injecting my way back to confidence—I'm shedding the pounds, the shame, and the BS.

Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t wake up one morning and think, “You know what sounds fabulous? Sticking a needle in my stomach every week.”

This journey to a slimmer, healthier me didn’t start with kale smoothies or gym selfies. It started with a brutally honest moment in a changing room, staring at a side profile that didn’t feel like mine. My first thought wasn’t “I need to get fit” — it was “How did I let it get this far?”

I’ve always been the “funny one”, the “great personality” girl, the “she carries it well” type. But behind every joke was someone quietly disappearing — avoiding cameras, dodging mirrors, feeling disconnected from herself. I wasn’t living—I was shrinking, mentally if not physically.

So no, weight loss injections weren’t my first choice. They were my last resort. My line in the sand. My “I deserve better than this” moment.

The First Jab

By the time I decided to go for it, I’d heard all the hot takes:

“Oh, it’s cheating.”

“Why not just go on a diet?”

“Aren’t you worried about the side effects?”

Cheers, Susan, but I’ve tried every diet going. Keto. Slimming World. Intermittent fasting. Cabbage bloody soup. All with the same result: short-term wins, long-term disappointment, and an unhealthy relationship with food.

So yes, I opted for injections. Not because I’m lazy, but because I’m tired. Tired of the cycle. Tired of feeling trapped in a body that doesn’t reflect the person I am inside. I did my research. I spoke to my doctor. And I took the plunge.

The first jab? Terrifying. But also empowering. Like I was finally taking control. The needle itself? Barely felt it. The emotional rollercoaster that followed? Oh, I felt that.

Week One: The Nausea Diaries

The nausea came in fast, like an uninvited guest who doesn’t know when to leave. But weirdly, I welcomed it. It meant something was happening. It meant I wasn’t obsessing over food. For once, I wasn’t mentally planning my next snack mid-bite.

The scale moved, 10lbs in week one. But more importantly? My mindset shifted. I wasn’t just losing weight—I was finding headspace.

Breaking Up with Emotional Eating

No one warns you that losing weight can feel like grief. Food has been my comfort blanket, my reward, my pick-me-up on awful days. And suddenly, that comfort was gone.

There were moments—tears over takeaway cravings, irrational sadness at skipping dessert—not because I wanted the food, but because I missed the ritual. The reward. The feeling. But I pushed through.

And in doing so, I found other rituals: walking, journalling, saying no to people who drain me. Turns out, self-care isn’t always scented candles—it’s sometimes just not ordering the pizza.

Non-Scale Victories (That Deserve a Parade)

We talk a lot about weight loss in numbers. But let’s be real—the biggest wins are the ones you can’t measure:

Doing up a seat belt on an aeroplane without holding your breath and pretending its done up.

Crossing your legs comfortably for the first time in years.

Walking into a room and not immediately checking if the chairs have unforgiving arms that will dig in to your arse and hips.

Putting on a pair of jeans that used to laugh at you—and finding they fit beautifully.

These moments are magic. Quiet victories that rebuild confidence, one step at a time.

The Truth About Side Effects & Snide Comments

Yes, there are side effects. Dizziness, nausea, mood dips and food noise.

But you know what’s worse? Being stuck in a body that makes you feel invisible.

Then there’s the judgement. People LOVE to have an opinion:

“Oh, you’re on those jabs?”

“Bit extreme, isn’t it?”

“Won’t you just gain it all back?”

To those people, I say: I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this because I finally chose me.

This isn’t about vanity. This is about health. About freedom. About being the mum, the woman, the me I was always meant to be.

Still a Work in Progress

Am I at my goal weight? Nope.

Do I still have bad days? Absolutely.

Do I regret starting this? Not for a single second.

Every injection is a promise to myself. Every pound lost is a reminder that change is possible. Not easy. Not instant. But real.

I’m not just losing weight. I’m gaining control, self-respect, and a future I actually want to show up for.

If You’re Thinking About It…

This isn’t a sales pitch. I’m not here to tell you that weight loss injections are the answer for everyone. But I am here to say: if you’re struggling, you’re not alone.

And if you need a little help—whether it’s a jab, a therapist, a friend, or a plan—you’re allowed to take it. You’re allowed to choose you. Without shame. Without apology.

So Here I Am

Lighter, yes. But also louder. Braver. And still incredibly sarcastic.

I don’t hide from cameras anymore. I wear jeans with zips. I walk taller—not because I’ve shrunk, but because I’ve grown.

And if anyone’s got something to say about how I got here? They can shove it where the needle don’t go.

*Wegovy is a prescribed medication for people with a bmi over 35*

I've lost 6stone 5lbs in 1yr and 5 months