If you’ve been following me for a while, you probably know that I’ve been on a health journey for the past couple of years. And if you know me personally, you know that journey actually started back in 2020—when a doctor’s appointment delivered news I didn’t want to hear. That day, I made a promise to myself: I would do whatever it took to get my weight under control. Not just for the sake of the number on the scale, but to eliminate it as a variable in trying to understand my reproductive health challenges.
Fast forward to early 2023. I went in for my annual physical, frustrated to the core. I was logging every bite I ate, working out four to six times a week, had worked with trainers—and still, not only was I not losing weight, I was gaining. Rapidly. I brought YEARS of food logs, body measurements, scale data—a binder full. I needed someone to believe me that something was off.
We ran the full panel of tests: thyroid, diabetes, everything. I sat back in my doctor’s office, reviewing results that weren’t giving me any answers, and I finally just asked: “What about Ozempic?” She told me my BMI was just shy of qualifying. And given the hoops insurance was making people jump through, she wasn’t optimistic about getting it approved. Instead, she referred me to a metabolic specialist—with a 10-month waitlist.
At that point, I wasn’t just frustrated—I was defeated. I had asked for help. Insurance wasn’t cooperating. My next chance at support was almost a year away. And nothing I was doing on my own was moving the needle.
Then, someone I knew—a trusted acquaintance working at a well-respected Medi spa in Connecticut—told me she was seeing great results with a new semaglutide shot they were offering. At first, I balked at the cost. But as I watched her journey unfold, her progress made me rethink everything. If there was any chance this could work for me too, I was ready to invest—if I could swing it financially.
The spa was legit—highly rated, run by licensed medical professionals—and I was able to get an appointment within four weeks. During that first visit, the RN reviewed my history, took my weight and blood sugar, and then stepped out to consult with the doctor. When she came back, she told me I was approved for their semaglutide weight loss program.
I walked out with everything I needed: instructions, anti-nausea meds (which I thankfully never needed), and four weeks of scheduled appointments for the injections.
And then, the weight started to come off. Immediately.
I was still eating the same. Still working out (in fact, I was in the final month of half-marathon training at the time). But for the first time in years, the scale moved—and I wasn’t killing myself for it. Week after week, I lost between half a pound to a full pound. I eventually transitioned to monthly check-ins and was sent home with pre-filled syringes to self-administer.
Over the course of that year, I lost 50 pounds. And here’s the kicker—I experienced none of the typical side effects. It was like my body just… responded. Like maybe, just maybe, it needed this support all along.
Then, life shifted again—I moved to Michigan. The Connecticut facility couldn’t ship the medication, so I had to stretch my existing supply by cutting doses in half while searching for a new provider. Eventually, I found a new doctor I trusted, with fair pricing and direct oversight. I learned quickly that not all semaglutide is created equal—different compounders, different formulations, and no, I’m not even going to try to pretend I understand the science behind it. I’m not a medical professional and don’t claim to be.
Between splitting doses, adjusting to a new compound, and finding the right provider, my weight loss slowed—but it never stopped. I stayed consistent, and the progress kept coming. What made the biggest difference, though, was working with a doctor who truly cared. We met monthly, and our conversations weren’t just about diet and exercise—they were about me. Before making any changes to my dosage, we’d talk through my workouts, sometimes brainstorming new ways to switch things up and keep it fun. That’s what working with a great provider should feel like. It’s not just about treating a patient—it’s about truly seeing them and walking beside them on the journey.
Now I live in Virginia and am still working with that same doctor remotely (my husband and I both see him and love working with him). As of today, it’s been two years, and I’m down 62.1 pounds and 30.5 total inches across my body. I’ve gone from a size 12/L/XL to a 4/S/XS.
But what you can’t see in the mirror or on the scale? My menstrual cycle has re-regulated. The hormone rollercoaster I was on finally stopped. My brain fog lifted—probably because I stopped depriving myself of carbs. My self-confidence? Skyrocketed. I feel good. Truly, deeply good.
I’m now just four pounds away from my goal weight. When I get there, I’ll talk to my doctor about how we taper off and shift into maintenance. And of course, I’ll share what that part of the journey looks like too.
This has never just been about weight loss. It’s been about taking control—of my health, my story, my future. And I’m really proud of how far I’ve come.
Disclaimer: This blog is my own experience, and everyone should consult with their own doctor before starting any sort of major lifestyle or medication change. I believe everyone has a right to work with a professional to do what makes them feel good about themselves and be healthy – I will not tolerate any sort of hate or people being called lazy for seeking care from medical professionals for weight loss. If you are going to try and come for me, in the words of former VP Harris “do not come, do not come”.