An Expensive Search for a Good Night’s Sleep

flidfit Maintenance, Mounjaro, Pain, Travel, Weightloss Medication

Another quiet week. Again, I still don’t feel 100%. Whatever this virus is, I continue to feel exhausted with even minimal exertion. But life goes on. The good thing is that I’ve been sleeping well at night.

Speaking of sleeping well, on Monday, after my visit to Sweden, where I slept in possibly the most comfortable bed ever, we went off in search of a new bed.

I dread to think how much I’ve spent on beds and mattresses over the past ten or fifteen years. Let’s just say there have been quite a few changes! It’s all been about trying to find something that leaves me pain-free at night. I routinely get pain in my left hip, but lying on my right side isn’t particularly comfortable either, so I often end up taking some sort of painkiller in the middle of the night just to get me through.

However, the bed in Sweden was so comfortable that when I got home, I started doing a lot of research into why. One thing I discovered, which I’d never really thought about before, is that a lighter person generally needs a softer mattress. Which, when you think about it, makes absolute sense. At my weight, the recommendation seems to be for a soft mattress.

Apparently, there is also a cultural preference here in the UK for believing a firmer mattress is better for you. Whilst I wouldn’t describe our current mattress as particularly firm, it is firmer than the one I’d been sleeping on in Sweden – and that had given me some wonderfully comfortable nights.

We chose a very exclusive bed shop, rather than your typical high-street store, so I wasn’t expecting this to be a cheap purchase!

There were also a few practical things to consider. The bed height is particularly important when you’re only four foot eight, and almost as soon as we walked into the shop, I could see that might be a problem. We stopped beside what was probably the lowest bed in the entire shop and started chatting to the manager about what I needed—and what Mike needed too, because he prefers a firmer mattress and hadn’t found the beds in Sweden nearly as comfortable as I had.

As luck would have it, the bed we’d stopped beside—the one low enough for me to get on and off—had a mattress that could be made with different firmness levels on each side. One side was soft and the other medium. Better still, the soft side was on the side of the bed I normally sleep on.

On we hopped.

And I have to say, it was very, very comfortable. In fact, I kept chatting about my requirements while lying there, happily enjoying the luxury!

Then we moved on to the slightly less comfortable subject of price.

Naturally, I’d been careful to give the manager a ceiling budget considerably lower than what I might have been prepared to spend.

He then explained that the mattress I’d just been luxuriating on – without the bed – already cost more than my entire stated budget.

Oops.

He moved a few mattresses around and had me try an alternative that was more comfortable than the mattress we have at home, but nowhere near the comfort I’d just been enjoying on the very expensive one.

Hey ho.

He said he’d go away, crunch a few numbers and see what sort of deal he could come up with for us.

I suspect my carefully understated ceiling budget may be in some danger!

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I ended up buying the very expensive mattress—and the base it was sitting on!

The important thing about this base wasn’t just its height, though that obviously mattered to me. It was also a sprung base rather than a solid one, so effectively there’s another layer of cushioning underneath the mattress, adding to the overall comfort.

The new bed should arrive in about three weeks, and then we’ll find out whether it gives me the luxurious, pain-free night’s sleep I’m so longing for.

It certainly should do for the price I paid!

Thankfully, I can exchange the mattress if I’m not entirely happy with it within the first 100 days after delivery. So I’ll have plenty of time to decide whether all that luxury was really worth the money.

I’m keeping everything crossed that it is!

And that was about the extent of this week’s excitement!

Oh, apart from Sam returning to work after having two weeks off. It was really lovely to have her back, and we both admitted how much we’d missed each other. Normal service has resumed!

So, on to Mounjaro and my weight.

I’m still taking 7.5 mg of Mounjaro every seven days and, to be honest, I am beginning to notice some appetite suppression. Weirdly, though, unlike the last time I was taking Mounjaro, my chocolate cravings don’t seem to have disappeared – which is rather disappointing!

I’ll just have to resort to the tried-and-tested method of keeping it out of the house. If it’s not there, I can’t eat it!

So, my weight update for this week is as follows:

Weight this week: 55.35 kg (8 stone 9 lbs)
Weight last week: 55.50 kg (8 stone 9¼ lbs)
Weekly loss: 0.15 kg (⅓ lb)

100% – 7 months, 30 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

The Great House Clear-Out, From House Clearing to Hibernating

flidfit Disability, Maintenance, Mounjaro, Weightloss Medication

How’s this week been? Well, I can safely say that my week has been very, very quiet – and that was very welcome!

Last weekend, I helped my sister and brother-in-law empty a house they’d been renting out locally. Their tenant had moved out after almost 20 years and, although he’d left the place in good condition, he’d also left it full of things. We had just two days to get the house completely empty and dispose of everything.

At the start of Saturday, my sister admitted that she really didn’t think we were going to manage it. She’s still recovering from knee replacement surgery; I have a disability which impacts my ability to do much lifting and carrying, and there was no way my brother-in-law could do all the lifting and shifting on his own.

But this organiser was on the case!

I started by searching a local neighbourhood site for an extra pair of hands, while also booking several trips to our recycling centre over the weekend. Since Covid, visits have had to be pre-booked into timed slots. It serves a very large area and is extremely well run, but when you’re trying to empty an entire house in two days, it does require a certain amount of military planning!

The first person who responded to my plea for help turned out to be brilliant. We were, of course, offering him a decent hourly rate, but he certainly proved his worth.

This man was like a machine.

He was practical, didn’t hang about, came up with lots of useful suggestions and, most importantly, accompanied me on all six of my tip runs over the weekend. He loaded my car, then unloaded everything single-handedly at the recycling centre, taking enormous care throughout to make sure my car didn’t get damaged.

He was reliable, punctual and just didn’t stop. A human machine really is the only way to describe him!

Since then, I’ve left him a glowing review on the neighbourhood site and apparently, he’s been inundated with more offers of work. I’m delighted for him because it’s entirely down to his own hard work and reliability.

I could perhaps have done without quite such an energetic weekend, though. Ever since we got back from Sweden, I’ve been trying to shake off a cough and cold which has aggravated my breathing. When I weighed four and a half stone more than I do now, asthma was a regular feature of my life. Since losing the weight, it rarely bothers me, but a cough or cold can still trigger it, and that’s when I need to start using my inhaler again.

This bug has also left me feeling completely exhausted and drained, so two days of house clearing probably wasn’t ideal. But hey ho – we got the job done!

The wonderful Sam has been on holiday herself for the past fortnight, which has helped because it has given me an excuse to take things easy. She’s back next week, so my week will be “back to normal”.

In fact, my only organised activity this week was giving a talk on behalf of the charity I’m a trustee for. The charity supports volunteering in Reading, as well as the voluntary sector more generally, providing training, advice and support and helping organisations find volunteers.  The event was the annual “Older Persons’ Day” and was hosted within a local shopping centre.

My talk was all about my experience of volunteering. Unfortunately, my slot coincided with a choir performing elsewhere, so my audience was just four people! Nevertheless, the talk went down well, and I really didn’t mind popping into town to do something that required very little effort from me.

And, after last weekend, “very little effort” was exactly what I needed!

As for my weight, although I’ve continued to log everything I eat, I’ve struggled a bit this week with staying within my calorie allowance. There’s no reason for it and, if I’m honest, no real excuse either! I’ve simply eaten more than I intended to on several days.

The logging is still happening, though, which is important. I can see exactly where I’ve gone over rather than kidding myself that I haven’t. And, despite all that, I’ve actually managed a small loss this week – so I’ll certainly take that!

Weight this week: 55.50 kg (8 stone 9¼ lbs)
Weight last week: 55.65 kg (8 stone 10½ lbs)
Weekly loss: 0.15 kg (⅓ lb)

So, no excuses – I just need to rein things back in again.

100% – 201 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

Cakes, Steaks, Liquorice and the Great Fourth-Floor Flush!

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I’m back from my travels, and apologies for the slight delay in getting this post to you. I’d been really clever – or so I thought – and tried to get ahead of myself by scheduling a blog post to upload automatically while I was away. Unfortunately, I put the wrong date in!

Anyway, I had a super time in Copenhagen and Helsingborg in Sweden, which I’ll tell you a bit more about in a moment.

Since getting home, things have been rather busy. My partner Mike headed off to Turkey for a week, and then my sister and her husband arrived to stay with me for three nights.

Her visit had originally been planned around what we usually do when she comes to stay. She lives about two and a half to three hours’ drive away, so we normally make the most of our time together with lots of days out.

This time, however, things didn’t quite go to plan. She needed to empty a rental property ready for sale, and the deadline happened to coincide with her visit. So instead of enjoying lots of days out, we spent two days working hard clearing furniture and household items from the house.

I tasked myself with getting everything to the local recycling centre — six trips in all, three each day! My car would be loaded up, I’d drive to the recycling centre, queue, offload everything, drive back and have the car filled up all over again. Then off I’d go for another round.

As if that wasn’t enough, I also managed to come down with a bit of a cold. I was feeling decidedly under par, lacking in energy and generally not particularly great. It also affected my sleep, so I wasn’t getting a good night’s rest either — just when I could really have done with one!

We had an amazing time in Copenhagen, where we stayed for one night and spent the following morning exploring, visiting food halls and the Round Tower, which,  having been built in 1642, was surprisingly very accessible for my powered wheelchair!

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The following afternoon, we took the one-and-a-half-hour train journey to Helsingborg, our next destination. Helsingborg is a city on the western coast of Sweden, overlooking the narrow stretch of water separating Sweden from its very close neighbour, Denmark.

My friend (Tina) was determined that we should see as much as possible of the beautiful area in which she lives – and there was certainly plenty to see.

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The weather was definitely on our side. We had very little rain and plenty of sunshine, although being that bit further north, it was slightly cooler than we were used to back home in southern England with an added fresh sea breeze.

Helsingborg was just lovely, with a wonderful mix of culture and history, beautiful buildings and gardens to explore. Despite it being September, there was still plenty of colour around, including some gorgeous displays of roses and dahlias.

One thing that fascinated us was the Swedish enthusiasm for cold-water swimming. And when I say cold, I mean cold! I felt chilly enough standing beside the sea, never mind actually getting into it.

Helsingborg has a long tradition of kallbad, or cold bathing, with traditional bathhouses built out over the water. People warm themselves in the sauna and then walk down steps straight into the sea for a swim or a quick dip, before heading back into the warmth of the sauna.

And modesty doesn’t necessarily come into it either! We actually saw people swimming completely naked at one of the kallbads in Helsingborg – including older swimmers who seemed entirely untroubled by either the cold water or the lack of clothing.

Apparently, alternating between a hot sauna and a freezing dip in the sea is considered wonderfully invigorating.

I was quite happy to take their word for it and observe this particular Swedish tradition from a safe distance — fully clothed!

We also got to visit my friend’s apartment, where I finally met her 17-year-old cat in person! She’s a familiar face because she often comes to say “hello” when we’re chatting on video calls, so it was rather nice to meet her properly at last.

Our hotel was excellent, apart from one small snag, which I’ll come to in a moment! All of our travelling was actually very straightforward, but you know how it is – travelling takes it out of you. There’s all the hanging around at airports and navigating unfamiliar train stations, and when you’re reliant on lifts and travelling with a wheelchair, there’s always that extra layer of planning (and anxiety) involved. Accessibility was generally very good, although not entirely without its problems.

And then there was our hotel.  Our hotel was perfect in almost every way. It was only about a five-minute walk from Helsingborg’s main train station and overlooked the sea and the ferry terminal.

Ferries run regularly across the narrow stretch of water between Helsingborg and Helsingør in Denmark, with the crossing taking only about 20 minutes. We made the trip ourselves during our stay, which felt rather novel – popping over to another country for a few hours!

However, one rather memorable incident happened at the hotel.

All of the toilets operated on a vacuum system, rather like those on an aeroplane. Press the button and, with an almighty WHOOSH, everything disappears at great force – and with a noise that certainly doesn’t go unnoticed!

When the toilets on our floor suddenly stopped flushing, it was fairly obvious that something had gone wrong. Thankfully, they were still usable, but we had to wait until the following morning for the problem to be fixed.

And that’s when things became rather amusing. Presumably, everyone on the fourth floor had been waiting to test whether their toilet was working again because, once the system sprang back to life, an extraordinary succession of loud WHOOSHES seemed to come from rooms all around us.

And so it became known as The Great Fourth-Floor Flush of 2026.

Thankfully, normal service had resumed – although for a short while it sounded as though the entire fourth floor was being sucked out to sea!

Thankfully, that was the end of our plumbing excitement and the toilets behaved themselves perfectly well for the rest of our stay!

One thing that really stood out was how helpful people were, both in Copenhagen and Sweden. Of course, it helps enormously that so many people speak excellent English, but we found that people were only too willing to help if they saw us struggling to find somewhere or work out how to do something.

Travelling with a wheelchair in an unfamiliar place can sometimes add an extra layer of complication, particularly when you’re trying to find an accessible route, a lift or the right way onto public transport. Several times, people simply noticed that we might need a hand and offered to help without us even having to ask.

Those little acts of kindness make such a difference when you’re travelling – and they certainly added to our enjoyment of the trip.

In terms of Mounjaro, I deliberately spaced out my injections so that I didn’t have to take my pen with me to Sweden. And while I was away, I certainly indulged!

Since coming home, I’ve taken a 7.5mg injection, and I’m really pleased to be experiencing the kind of appetite suppression I had when I was taking Mounjaro before. My weight chart has started to respond accordingly.

That’s not to say I didn’t come back from Scandinavia carrying a few extra kilos! But I’ve largely ignored that, got straight back on track and, as I write this, I’m now only about half a kilo heavier than I was before I went away. I’m very confident that will quickly disappear.

And actually, I can live with half a kilo. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and ate things I wouldn’t normally eat at home.  Breakfast for one, since it was included in our hotel package.  Then there were cakes, some lovely steaks and plenty of liquorice, which the Scandinavians seem to absolutely love – so do I!

For me, that’s what maintenance is about. I don’t want to go away on holiday worrying about every mouthful or feeling guilty because I’ve enjoyed something different. I enjoyed the food, enjoyed the holiday, enjoyed the company of Tina and her PA,  came home a little heavier, but simply got back to my usual routine. No panic, no guilt – just back on track.

Weight this week: 55.5kg (8 stone 9¼lbs)
Weight September 12th: 55kg (8 stone 10¼lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: +0.5kg (+1lb)
100% – 7 months 17 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

Getting Ahead Before Getting Away

flidfit Disability, Maintenance, Mounjaro, Travel, Travel & Holidays

This will be a very short blog post, as I’m currently travelling in Copenhagen and Helsingborg, Sweden. I thought it would be useful just to touch base, though, in case you are eagerly anticipating my usual weekly blog post. I wouldn’t want to let you down!

So, how has this week been? Well, mostly I’ve been trying to get way ahead with life admin because I know that once we get back to the UK in a week’s time, I’ll hit the ground running.

Some of the things I’ve been trying to sort out this week include arranging cover for the live-in carer who supports my mum while her usual carer takes some breaks at the end of the month and over Christmas, organising who is going to feed our cats and our fox while we’re away, and putting together an itinerary for a friend from Australia who is visiting next month and spending ten days in London.

We’re planning to get together with her while she’s here, and, as well as helping with hotel reservations, I’ve been sorting out tickets for a London theatre show – Matilda the Musical.

She was also extremely excited when we spoke last week to share news that Leo Sayer is doing a UK tour while she’s here. She must be his number one fan and has attended every single one of his tours in recent years. I’m not sure how many that is, as I’m not a huge fan myself, but she always seems to end up meeting the man himself!

Naturally, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see him while she’s in the UK. The closest he’s getting to us is Basingstoke, which is quite handy, as Reading is roughly halfway between London and Basingstoke. It also means she’ll have the opportunity to drop in and visit my home in Reading.

I should probably mention that this friend is also a thalidomider, and I can’t help being impressed by the fact that she is travelling halfway around the world. She has very shortened arms and feet where her legs would normally be, and is a full-time wheelchair user, but remains incredibly independent and active. Goodness knows how she manages that huge long-haul flight. It isn’t something I would particularly want to do!

She’s stopping off in London on her way to the big international thalidomide congress taking place in the Netherlands in October.

I can’t remember whether I’ve mentioned the event before, but I’ve chosen not to go. I think I would find it rather overwhelming being among so many people, and I think I made the right call. The latest numbers, I believe, are around 480 people attending, although that will, of course, include carers, family members and others.

These days, I prefer doing things in smaller groups, where there’s more opportunity for in-depth, meaningful conversations. However, I completely understand why thalidomiders who don’t have many opportunities to meet others are making the trip. There are people travelling from America, Canada, Ireland, Sweden, Germany, Spain, Portugal, Norway, Japan and Australia – which gives you some idea of the scale of the event.

I’m quite happy to take a back seat on this one. I was instrumental in planning international events in 1992 and 1995, when I was much younger and had considerably more energy!

Mounjaro update.  I do feel that, at long last, I’m starting to experience some appetite suppression and a reduction in food noise from my current dose of Mounjaro. A 10mg pen should be delivered within a few days of my return.

I’m not bothering to take my medication with me this time. As we’re staying in different hotels, it just feels like too much hassle, and I’d worry about leaving the pen somewhere. Instead, I’m taking my usual Friday dose one day later, on Saturday, and will then take my next dose on the Sunday after we return. Hopefully that will see me through the week and limit the damage when it comes to food! I’m certainly not planning to spend my holiday worrying about every mouthful, but I will remain mindful as I don’t want to undo all the hard work I’ve put into maintaining my weight.

Anyway, that’s my quick update from Scandinavia. I’ll share some of the details of my trip on my return – assuming, of course, that I survive the life-admin avalanche waiting for me!

(PS. In my eagerness to be super-organised, I realised today I’d scheduled the blog post for the wrong date! So here it is anyway 5 days later than planned!)

In the meantime, here’s my weight report…

Weight this week: 55kg (8 stone 9¼lbs)
Weight last week: 55.60kg (8 stone 10½)

Weekly loss/gain: -0.5kg (-1lb)
100% – 6 months 26 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

I’m really pleased with that loss ahead of my time away, and I’m also liking the downward trajectory of my weight graph, back towards the middle of my maintenance range.

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Duck, Downpours & a Dose of Mounjaro

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This week has been fairly calm, with a few social activities thrown in, which is always nice and breaks the week up a little.

On Wednesday, my sister was here to work for me and, as part of her plan, we were going to do one of our community litter picks, which I organise (date, invitation sent, provide all the gear and collection bags).

When we were due to leave at 10.45 am, it was pouring with rain. As I hadn’t had an email from anyone confirming they were going to be there, I decided the coffee machine looked considerably more appealing and made myself a coffee instead.

Then there was a knock at the door.

It was a neighbour asking whether the litter pick was on. I explained my decision, and he told me he’d just come from the meeting place and that no one else was waiting there. That seemed to confirm I’d made the right call, so I went back to enjoying my coffee.

Then my phone rang.

It was somebody at our meeting place asking where I was and telling me that there were three other people waiting there with her!

Oops!

I polished off my coffee rather swiftly, and we rushed up the road. By then the rain had blown over, and it turned into a really nice event, with about five of us collecting litter and then seven or eight of us having coffee together in one of the cafés at the shopping parade afterwards.

I always really enjoy these events. It’s lovely to have the opportunity to meet neighbours, have a chat and find out a little bit more about them.

On Thursday evening, I’d organised a social gathering for my fellow trustees at the organisation I’m a trustee for. You’re probably beginning to spot a pattern here – I’m the organiser! 😂

We went back to the Rising Sun, a venue we’d used for a meeting in January, and enjoyed a really lovely meal. There were just six of us this time, which gave us another chance to chat and get to know one another a little better.

The food was really nice – and you know that, coming from me, it must have been above par! 😂 I chose pan-fried duck breast with a citrus sauce, dauphinoise potatoes, green beans and carrots, and it was delicious.

I even managed to swerve the dessert menu, opting instead for a floater coffee, which went down very well. I did, however, have a bottle of 4% fruit cider with my meal. It’s all about balance!

I wheeled into town in my wheelchair but, now that the evenings are beginning to draw in, Mike very kindly came and collected me afterwards.

I’m feeling rather bereft now because both of my sisters have disappeared off on their holidays. My younger sister (the one who helps me at home) has gone off to China for three weeks. That feels like an eternity!

My middle sister, meanwhile, is in Cornwall for two weeks, climbing with her husband -something they both really enjoy and do on a regular basis. She had knee replacement surgery in June, so this trip is a real test of endurance and whether she’s still got what it takes to climb up cliff faces;

Rather her than me!

Judging by the photographs she’s been sending, though, she’s doing all right.

Saturday brought yet another social occasion: our local neighbourhood summer picnic, held just across the road from where I live, on the university grounds.

Everyone takes along food to share, and we spend the afternoon having a natter and catching up with neighbours. Then, as tradition dictates, we have our annual game of rounders – odds versus evens.  I made some really simple cheese and tomato pinwheels, using shop-bought ready-rolled puff pastry, tomato pesto, herbs, grated Mozzarella, Cheddar, and Parmesan.

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I did manage to limit myself to a single bite of homemade carrot cake (my absolute favourite!).

Each year, as the neighbours get older, this gets funnier.  Most are in their 70s and 80s – but we do have a few younger newcomers, which is just as well.

This year, some of our more elderly players were allowed to use a runner – otherwise known as their grandchildren. 😂 The neighbour has an attempt at hitting the ball (often they miss!) and then their grandchild sprints off around the posts on their behalf.

I have absolutely no idea what the final score was, but that really doesn’t matter. It’s always great fun.

We’ve enjoyed some lovely sunshine this weekend, and I’ve been making the most of it, as I believe the weather is about to turn a little colder.

Something else has also been keeping me rather busy over the past 48 hours. Somebody reading this post will know exactly what I’m referring to here, but I’m planning to keep that a secret for now…  All will be revealed in due course… 😉

Okay, on to Mounjaro and my progress update.

I took my third 7.5 mg injection of Mounjaro on Friday and, finally, I appear to be experiencing some appetite suppression and a reduction in food noise.  Hurrah!

Its effects are still not as strong as they were when I was taking this dose originally, but we’re well on the way to getting there.

In the meantime, here’s my weight report…

Weight this week: 55.60kg (8st 10.6lbs)
Weight last week: 55.85kg (8st 11.2lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: -0.25kg (-½lb)
100% – 6 months 26 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

Mounjaro Maintenance: Am I Looking at It All Wrong?

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The week started off looking rather frantic, with visitors planned for three days running. However, for completely different reasons, the first two visits were postponed. And I have to admit, I was actually quite pleased!

Don’t get me wrong, I love having visitors and catching up with people, but three days in a row – all of which involved feeding several people – was beginning to feel like quite a lot of work. We were still living in piles of boxes whilst the utility room was being refurbished and – as always, these things seem to coincide with all the other regular, time-critical jobs that need doing. I had staff payroll to sort out ready for the end of the month, a submission to put together and circulate (more about that in a future post), and a draft agenda to prepare for a meeting at the beginning of September.

Once I’d got all those deadlines out of the way and two lots of visitors had cancelled, everything suddenly felt considerably calmer.

We did have friends here for lunch on Wednesday, but by then I had a fridge packed full of food I’d bought and prepared for all the visitors who hadn’t actually arrived, so at least feeding them wasn’t a problem!

The friend who came with her husband is someone I’ve known since primary school.  Her husband is a local man, so he and Mike had a fine old time reminiscing about bands, live music and various venues around town. It’s lovely when people discover they share that sort of history.

On Thursday, when Sam came for her regular visit to help me, we had the exciting task of putting everything back into the newly refurbished utility room. The decorating had been completed the day before, so these really were the final touches.

And actually, it was exciting!

There is something enormously satisfying about going through cupboards and getting rid of all those ancient bits and pieces that you know perfectly well you’re never going to use again. Does anybody even use shoe polish these days?

We consolidated all the cleaning products, disposed of things that were well and truly past their useful lives, sorted a box for a charity pick-up and reorganised everything into the cupboards. I’m really pleased with the finished result. All the disruption was definitely worth it, and the room is now much more practical, with a little more storage than we had before. There’s nothing quite like opening a cupboard and seeing everything neatly arranged inside. How long it will remain like that is another matter entirely!

Tuesday evening was our community get-together, which I’d organised for a couple of the local groups I’m involved with. There isn’t really much organising involved – it’s largely a case of advertising it and hoping that people actually turn up!

Last year’s gathering was very successful, with probably around 12 people dropping in during the evening. This year there were eight of us, although three were newcomers, which was lovely.

One first-time was clearly expecting something rather more grand and organised and arrived at the venue asking where our reserved table was. There wasn’t one! I’ve never bothered reserving a table because there’s usually plenty of seating, particularly when the weather is good enough for us to sit outside. I think I’d done too good a job on the invitation design!

I think she enjoyed herself nonetheless, and actually having a smaller group worked rather well because we could all sit around one table and hear what everyone else was saying.

The food was decidedly mediocre, but I did have a couple of pints of “Blackguard Nitro Stout” from a local brewery.  It was very nice indeed. Two pints later and I was ever so slightly tiddly! I drink alcohol so rarely these days that I clearly have absolutely no tolerance for it anymore.

This is the Bank Holiday weekend, and rather wonderfully, we have very little planned. That suits me perfectly. Even things like sorting out the utility room take quite a lot of energy – both physical and mental.

I must be getting old!

And so, on to Mounjaro.

There is still absolutely no noticeable change in terms of appetite suppression or a reduction in food noise.

I found myself giving myself a bit of a talking-to this morning because, in some ways, I keep thinking that the drug isn’t working.

But then I realised that perhaps I’m looking at it from the wrong perspective.

After a lifetime of needing to lose weight, I’ve become accustomed to judging success by whether the scales are going down. Week after week, for years, that was the objective.

But I’m not actually trying to lose weight anymore.

I’m supposed to be maintaining it.

And I’ve been successfully doing that for well over six months.

When I stopped and thought about it properly this morning, I realised just how extraordinary that is for me. Particularly when you don’t weigh very much in the first place and therefore don’t have a huge amount of wiggle room.

Since reaching my goal weight in January, my weight has remained within a range of around seven pounds – approximately 3.5kg.

For more than six months.

That is a huge achievement and, more importantly, something I have never managed before.

So perhaps the question shouldn’t simply be, “Is Mounjaro suppressing my appetite?”

Perhaps it should be, “Is Mounjaro helping me maintain my weight?”

And the answer to that is much harder to know.

I’m certainly still doing my part. I continue to log everything I eat, moderate my intake, try to reduce snacking between meals and weigh myself regularly.

But perhaps most importantly, I’m also trying to be kind to myself.

I’m an almost 64-year-old woman who can’t move very much, who is very short and who has spent more than 50 years of her life being overweight.

For the first time, I’m no longer carrying that weight.

And it feels good.

I took my second 7.5mg injection of Mounjaro on Friday 28th August, and for now I’m simply going to plod along and see how the land lies.

Maybe maintenance isn’t supposed to feel dramatic. Maybe the absence of anything happening on the scales is actually the whole point.

That’s something I’m still learning to get my head around.

Are you maintaining your weight on Mounjaro? How are you finding it? And what has the experience been like emotionally, as well as physically?

I’d genuinely love to hear how other people are getting on, because I’m sure we’re all very different – not just in the way our bodies respond, but in how we adjust mentally to the idea of no longer constantly trying to lose weight.

And perhaps also to the possibility that this little injection may, in one form or another, be part of our lives for a very long time.

This week’s weigh-in…

Weight this week: 55.85kg (8st 11.2lbs)
Weight last week: 56.55kg (8st 12.6lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: -0.7kg (-1.5lb)
100% – 6 months 19 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

 

A Hotel Mix-Up, Matilda and Mounjaro

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My week began with a jolt. I’ve spent hours recently helping a wheelchair-using friend who is visiting London from Australia in October. She’ll be spending 12 nights in the capital and asked me to help her find a good accessible hotel in a convenient location from which to explore London.

My go-to hotel chain is Premier Inn, so I duly booked her a 12-night stay at the Premier Inn in Waterloo. This wasn’t quite as straightforward as the usual online booking process because any stay of more than nine nights has to be booked directly over the telephone.

I particularly wanted to put her into this hotel because I’ve stayed there myself, so I know it well. On that occasion I was staying with three or four other wheelchair-using friends, so I felt completely reassured that it would be perfect for her.

I sorted all of that weeks ago.

Then, this week, I realised I’d booked her into the wrong hotel!

Apparently, there are two Premier Inns in the Waterloo area, probably only about half a mile apart. The one I thought I’d booked was the one close to the river, with really easy access across the Thames into central London. The one I had actually booked was somewhere else entirely.

One particular detail should have alerted me when I made the booking. A warning said wheelchair access to some parts of the hotel involved a platform lift.

If you don’t know what one of these is, it’s one of those contraptions that often folds down alongside a flight of steps, usually at the entrance to a building. The wheelchair user rolls onto the platform and it then slowly glides up or down the steps.

I absolutely hate them!

Created using Chat GPT. I’d probably be laughing nervously rather than grimacing like that!! Haa haa!

For one thing, you generally have to find a member of staff to operate the thing, which is all very well if you have someone with you who can disappear inside and find somebody. More importantly, I always find using them slightly anxiety-inducing, however smooth and uneventful the short journey might be.

And there is always the very real concern that if the lift breaks down, there is no Plan B. If the steps are the only other way into the building, a wheelchair user simply can’t get in.

So, having felt rather smug about finding my friend a great deal at the perfect hotel, a flurry of frantic emails and a phone call or two followed as I tried to unravel everything.

Thankfully, it all ended well. There was still availability at the correct hotel and I managed to get the original booking changed.

Phew!

I don’t think most people have any idea how complicated something as seemingly simple as booking a hotel can become when you’re a wheelchair user. It isn’t enough to find somewhere in the right location at the right price. You need to know whether you can actually get through the front door, whether there are steps, whether the lifts are big enough, whether the accessible bedroom really is accessible and whether the bathroom will work for your particular needs. There are so many additional things to think about.

Anyway, onwards and upwards!

Mike and I have now booked ourselves into the same hotel for two nights during our friends’ stay so that we can spend some time with them. We’ve also booked tickets to see the stage version of Matilda, which we’re really looking forward to.

We’re also planning a trip to Greenwich together. It’s somewhere I’ve never visited before, although I’ve heard it’s beautiful, and my friend’s partner particularly wants to visit the Greenwich Meridian and stand on the famous line dividing east from west. It should make for a really enjoyable day out and it will be lovely to explore somewhere completely new together.

After that rather frantic start to the week, everything else has felt positively sedate!

The utility room refurbishment is now almost complete and I’ve managed to get most of the contents of the cupboards back into their rightful places. It’s amazing how much stuff you can cram into a utility room until somebody empties all the cupboards and deposits it around the rest of the house!

Everything should be completely finished next week, with just a lick of paint and some silicone sealant left to apply. I’m really pleased with how it has all turned out and, after living with the old utility room for so many years, it feels lovely to have everything looking fresh and new.

Another highlight of my week was taking Mum and her care team out for lunch. I arranged it partly to give everyone the chance to get together socially and get to know one another a little better, but also to say thank you for all the support they’ve provided during Mum’s radiotherapy treatment.

It turned out to be a really lovely occasion.

We went to the Butt Inn at Aldermaston and the food was way above average – really tasty and, even better, not ridiculously expensive. Everyone seemed to enjoy having the chance to chat away from the usual caring environment and get to know each other a little better.  My choice was a very tasty and perfectly cooked trout fillet.

Mum thoroughly enjoyed herself too. She kept telling everyone how grateful she was for all the support they’d given her, which was lovely to hear. All in all, the lunch was a huge success, and I was really pleased that I’d organised it.

On Saturday, we took part in a community litter pick along our road, as well as cutting back the basal shoots growing around the lime trees that line the avenue. It’s always a lovely way to catch up with familiar neighbours and, this time, we also had the opportunity to meet a couple of new ones.

Basal roots are those leafy shoots protruding from the base of the tree.

Once we’d finished, a group of us were invited back to a neighbour’s garden, where we sat together in the shade enjoying a well-earned cup of coffee. It was such a simple thing, but really rather lovely – neighbours chatting, getting to know one another and enjoying a bit of time together after doing something positive for the area.

The litter pick also coincided with the installation of our exhibition in the windows of a vacant local shop unit. I popped around to see how things were progressing and to offer my support – although I certainly wasn’t about to start climbing any ladders!

The shop has been empty for around six years and, as you can see from the before-and-after photographs, I think the exhibition has made an enormous difference to its appearance. Instead of a rather sad-looking empty shopfront, there is now something colourful and interesting for people to stop and look at as they pass.

If I had to talk about the things that contribute to my own sense of wellbeing and good mental health, being involved with my local community would definitely be right up there. Working alongside other people to make improvements, particularly when you can actually stand back afterwards and immediately see what you’ve achieved together, is enormously satisfying.

We have something that feels remarkably close to a village community here, but with all the advantages of living on the outskirts of a very large town. People know one another, stop for a chat, look out for each other and are prepared to muck in when something needs doing. I think that sense of belonging and connection is incredibly valuable – and Saturday was a lovely reminder of just how fortunate we are to have it.

Finally, there’s been another development in my GLP-1 maintenance journey.

My new medication has arrived – and it’s Mounjaro!

After my experiment with Wegovy, I’ve decided to return to Mounjaro. My new 7.5mg pen arrived this week. I took my first 7.5mg injection on Friday.  Now just waiting to see what happens.

What I’m hoping for, more than anything, is the return of that support that made maintaining my weight feel so much easier – particularly some relief from the food noise and persistent hunger that have gradually crept back in.

It feels slightly strange to be so excited about an injection, but I know what a difference Mounjaro made for me previously. I’m not looking for dramatic weight loss. This time, it’s about finding the right level of support to make maintenance manageable and sustainable.

So now we wait.

Hopefully, by the time I sit down to write next week’s blog, I’ll have some positive news to report.

Fingers crossed!

This week’s weigh-in…

Weight this week: 56.55kg (8st 12.6lbs)
Weight last week: 55.75kg (8st 11lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: +0.7kg (+1.5lb)
100% – 6 months 12 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

Builders, Birthdays and a Bit of Hadestown

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This week has been quiet, but full of activity. How does that work, you might ask?

Well, we’re having our utility room refurbished.

It was originally fitted out 21 years ago, at a time when I was still recovering from a serious road traffic accident and was pretty immobile (non-weightbearing). We completely reconfigured the downstairs to make it more accessible for me, including adding a downstairs bathroom and toilet. The kitchen/diner was moved to the opposite side of the house, and the space where the kitchen had originally been was divided up to create a wet room and utility room.

At the time, I really wasn’t in a position to take much interest in the work being done, so I left a lot of the decisions to the builders. They were a family-run company – two fathers and their sons – and seemed to spend a considerable amount of their time arguing with one another! I mostly kept out of their way and got on with my injury recovery.

The result was that some of the finishing touches were, let’s just say, not ideal!

For example, the worktop in the utility room was installed about 6cm higher than the washing machine and tumble dryer underneath it. That might be completely inconsequential if I were very tall.

But I’m not.

I’m 4ft 8in, with short arms, so that extra 6cm makes an enormous difference when I’m trying to reach into the sink!

New wall units in place

The cupboards had also gradually started falling apart. I don’t think they were particularly expensive ones in the first place and, after 21 years, they’d certainly done their time. So, the moment had finally come to replace everything.

I decided to try to keep the refurbishment as simple as possible. I’m keeping the original sink, the safety flooring is staying – not least because it covers a manhole – and the basic layout remains largely unchanged. We’re really just replacing all the units and, most importantly, bringing the worktop down to a height that actually works for me.

Of course, “just replacing the units” turns out to be more complicated than it sounds! There’s been lots of hole-cutting for pipes and electrical sockets; the electricity has been on and off at regular intervals and, at one point, so was the water.

It has also meant getting up and organised early every morning, ready for the builder arriving at 8am.

The work is progressing really well, although there’s still a little way to go.

I was due to have a friend visiting on Monday, but she called off. As it turned out, that was probably just as well. There was no room for her to park in the driveway, and it was a particularly noisy day, with the demolition of the old cupboards taking place.

I also managed to get rid of my old cooker hood, which I mentioned in an earlier post, along with a dehumidifier that had been sitting in the utility room but was never actually used. Both have been recycled and gone off to new homes.

Even the old kitchen units have found another use. They’ve gone off to live in a barn where, I’m told, they’ll be filled with chicken paraphernalia – feed, bedding and the like! I’m really pleased that so much of what we no longer need will be reused rather than simply thrown away.

I’d actually booked two slots at the tip in anticipation of having loads of rubbish to dispose of, but thankfully didn’t need either of them. That was particularly welcome given how ridiculously hot it has been here, with temperatures reaching as high as 38°C on a couple of days.

On Wednesday, my sister came to work for me as usual and stayed overnight because on Thursday I was taking her to London for her birthday treat.  The night before our London trip, I’d actually arranged another little surprise outing for her. We went to the IMAX cinema for one of their “secret screenings”, where you book your tickets knowing absolutely nothing about the film you’re going to see other than its age rating. I rather like the idea — you could end up watching something you’d never normally have chosen for yourself! On this occasion, our mystery film turned out to be Tony, a new biographical drama about the early life of chef, writer and TV personality Anthony Bourdain. It follows 19-year-old Bourdain as he heads to Provincetown and rather accidentally finds himself working in the chaotic world of a restaurant kitchen — a summer which ultimately sets him on the path that will shape the rest of his life. We really enjoyed it, and given the heat outside, it was absolutely wonderful to spend a couple of hours in a beautifully air-conditioned cinema! Meanwhile, almost everyone else seemed to be outside in the blazing sunshine watching the solar eclipse. We may have missed the celestial event, but I think we probably had the cooler option! 😂

I’d booked us lunch at The Ivy in Soho, followed by a trip to see Hadestown at the Lyric Theatre on Shaftesbury Avenue.

Love the old theatres – we are so fortunate to have so many of them!

It was a VERY hot day, but everything went perfectly.

There was an added bonus when I discovered that parking at the Royal Festival Hall is now free for Blue Badge holders. There were plenty of vacant spaces too and, being underground, the car stayed beautifully cool for the duration of our day — a definite bonus in that heat!

Once we’d parked, we were able to use the toilet facilities in the Royal Festival Hall before heading across the river towards Soho, wandering through Chinatown on our way to the restaurant.

Lunch at The Ivy was excellent. I made some pretty sensible choices too. For my main course, I had an 8oz sirloin steak with green beans and a heritage tomato salad, and we shared a dessert that was basically raspberry sorbet.

Then it was on to the theatre.

My sister absolutely loved Hadestown. It was a full house, and there was an incredible amount of talent on that stage, both in terms of the acting and the singing. If you get the opportunity to see it, I’d definitely recommend it.

On Saturday, I had a friend over for lunch and, given the continuing hot weather, kept things fairly light. We had a prawn salad with a really simple dressing made from lime, olive oil, black pepper and a little maple syrup.

We did, however, indulge in dessert in the form of a pistachio and almond ice-cream bomb which, from memory, came in at around 220 calories. Very nice it was too!

So I’m now getting through my final week on Wegovy before moving back to Mounjaro next Friday.

I have to say, I’m really looking forward to it.

I’m still experiencing zero appetite suppression from Wegovy, and the food noise has been totally overwhelming. I think I’ve managed to stay within my calorie allowance on most days, but it’s taken real effort.

It’s certainly reminded me how much of a difference effective appetite suppression and the absence of food noise can make. I know I can resist temptation and stick to my calorie allowance — I’ve been doing this for a very long time — but constantly battling those thoughts about food is exhausting.

I’m hoping that moving back to Mounjaro will give me back the helping hand that I know it gave me before.

Anyway, on to this week’s weigh-in…

Weight this week: 55.75kg (8st 11lbs)
Weight last week: 56.10kg (8st 11.6lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: -0.35kg (-1lb)
100% – 6 months 5 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

A Week of Tea, Cake and Talking Heads

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So, what have I been up to this week?

It feels as though it’s been a fairly quiet one, although that’s probably because my mum has been having radiotherapy at our local hospital every day this week. I’ve been on standby for several of the appointments, ready to step in as driver and chaperone if needed. As it turned out, my services weren’t required, but on three of the days we invited Mum and whoever had accompanied her back to ours afterwards for tea and cake – and lunch on one occasion. We’re ideally placed, as our house is only a 10-minute walk or five-minute drive from the hospital, so it made a nice little pit stop after her treatment.

It was my way of trying to make the whole experience just a little more enjoyable and bearable – and it seemed to work rather well. There aren’t many things in life that can’t be improved by tea and cake!  And of course, the chance for my Mum to see us (she lives about a 30-minute drive away).

The only real excitement this week was a trip to the cinema.

My other half loves his music, particularly New Order, The Cars and Talking Heads. He also has a rather large soft spot for Bryan Ferry and can frequently be heard crooning along whenever one of his songs comes on the radio or Apple Music. Somehow, all of Mike’s “favourites” seem to have mysteriously repopulated my music playlists too. I can’t imagine how that happened!

While checking what was showing at our local cinema, I spotted a one-off screening of David Byrne’s American Utopia, a filmed stage performance featuring the former Talking Heads frontman.

I asked Mike if he fancied going.

He wasn’t particularly bothered.

This is fairly typical of him — he hates me organising too many things (even when they’re things I’ve arranged with him in mind), although he nearly always ends up enjoying himself once I’ve managed to persuade him to actually go!

Another attraction was that I have a CEA Card, which means that when I buy a cinema ticket, the person accompanying me can go in free. So, essentially, two of us get to see the film for the price of one.

Eventually, I talked him into it – and, my goodness, I’m glad I did.

It was showing on one of the smaller screens at our local Showcase Cinema and was absolutely packed, except for two or three wheelchair spaces left. In fact, I had no choice but to stay in my wheelchair because those were the only spaces left.

That actually suited me perfectly. I don’t find those enormous reclining cinema seats particularly comfortable anyway – they’re certainly not designed with my rather unique physique in mind!

Before long, Mike was thoroughly engrossed and singing along, much to my embarrassment. He absolutely loved it, so I felt happy that I’d persevered and booked the tickets.

We’re apparently heading into another spell of very hot weather over the coming days, so I’m preparing accordingly.

I’ve bought some ready-made kebabs from Waitrose, which we’ll have with simple tomato and cucumber salads. We’re also harvesting our autumn raspberries at the moment, so plenty of those are being eaten.

And I’ve continued making batches of my green bean salad with mustard vinaigrette. It’s absolutely delicious and contains a generous helping of garlic, which, let’s face it, improves almost everything!

When it’s really hot, the last thing I want to do is spend ages preparing food or standing over a hot hob, so having tasty things ready to go makes life much easier.

And Wegovy?

Absolutely no change.

No noticeable appetite suppression and, unfortunately, the food noise continues to be a real menace.

After giving Wegovy a fair try, it’s become pretty clear it simply isn’t having the same effect on me that Mounjaro did. I know everyone responds differently to these medications, but for me there really has been no comparison.

So I’m now counting down the couple of weeks until my Mounjaro arrives. My plan is to restart cautiously, see how I respond, and adjust from there.

I’m actually looking forward to finding out whether returning to Mounjaro restores the appetite suppression and freedom from food noise I had before. I certainly hope so!

And finally, after another week of managing my appetite largely under my own steam, here’s my weight update…

Weight this week: 56.10kg (8st 11.6lbs)
Weight last week: 55.75kg (8st 11lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: +0.35kg (+1lb)
100% – 5 months 28 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)

A Hot Tub, Heathland and a 70th Birthday Surprise

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We’re back after our little trip away to celebrate Mike’s 70th birthday!

We headed down to the New Forest, about an hour and a half’s drive from home, where I’d booked us into a Finnish-style log cabin on the edge of the forest. The real selling point? A wood-fired hot tub!

Before checking into our accommodation, we stopped off at Highcliffe Castle on the coast. It’s really more of a stately home than a castle, but I’d discovered it had an accessible pathway leading all the way down to the beach, which immediately put it on my list of places to visit.

We’d kept lunch simple, taking a packed lunch from Waitrose, and enjoyed it sitting on the beach with wonderful views across to the Isle of Wight and The Needles.

Highcliffe Beach
Highcliffe Castle

Afterwards we treated ourselves to tea and cake at the castle before making our way through the New Forest to our cabin, passing ponies, cattle and beautiful heathland scenery along the way.

The journey wasn’t entirely relaxing, though! It included a couple of rather hairy junctions where we had to pull out onto a fast-moving dual carriageway. Thankfully we both survived!

When we arrived, the owner showed us around the cabin and pointed out all the important things, including where to find the water hose in the unlikely event of a fire. Given the exceptionally dry weather we’ve been having, it was a sensible precaution.

Once we’d settled in, Mike set about firing up the wood-fired hot tub. It eventually reached the recommended temperature of 40°C. Personally, I found that just a little too warm! Getting into the tub wasn’t exactly easy with my disability, but getting back out again was on a completely different level. Thankfully, by taking things slowly and carefully, I managed it safely.

Easier to get into than out! But an amazing experience.

The following day we visited Exbury Gardens before heading on to nearby Buckler’s Hard, a fascinating historic shipbuilding village on the banks of the River Beaulieu.

Bucklers Hard

By chance, we arrived during a week-long archaeological excavation. Volunteers were carefully searching the mud and silt along the ancient slipway, uncovering artefacts that had lain hidden for centuries. It was fascinating to see the finds emerge from the mud.

That said, looking at the volunteers working all day in the blazing sunshine, covered from head to toe in mud, I have to admit I wasn’t tempted to swap places with them!

Back at the cabin we enjoyed a relaxed barbecue. I’d gone well prepared, taking several salads I’d made at home beforehand, so there was very little food preparation to do. That’s always a bonus because I find cooking in an unfamiliar kitchen much harder than in my own adapted one.

Barbequed steak, green bean salad, tomato and cucumber salad, olives and tzatziki
Barbequed Cumberland chipolatas, green bean salad, tomato and cucumber salad, olives and tzatziki

Our final morning was wonderfully relaxed. Mike had hoped to squeeze in one last soak in the hot tub, but despite being left overnight, the water was still over 43°C – far too hot to climb into! So we packed up instead, left at 10 o’clock, and were back home by midday, conveniently avoiding all the rush-hour traffic.

It was a lovely few days away and a wonderful way to celebrate a very special birthday. Sometimes you don’t need to travel hundreds of miles to feel as though you’ve had a proper break.

As for Wegovy, I have to admit I’m feeling rather disappointed.

I’ve now been taking it for five to six weeks and, if I’m honest, I don’t feel it’s really doing anything for me. Unlike Mounjaro, I’m finding that my appetite is much the same as it was before, and the food noise has never really gone away.

I’ve spoken to Voy, my provider, about switching back to Mounjaro. Their advice was that once I’ve finished this current 0.5 mg pen, I can move back to 5 mg of Mounjaro, which is exactly what I intend to do.

I know these medications affect everyone differently, and many people have fantastic results with Wegovy. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to be one of them. Whilst Wegovy is a little cheaper, any saving is quickly outweighed if it isn’t effectively controlling my appetite and food noise. For me, Mounjaro simply worked far better.

So… how did I get on with my weight this week?

Our little break away did include both cake and an ice cream. However, we tried to be sensible. Whenever we had cake, Mike and I shared a single slice, which immediately halved the calories without making us feel as though we were missing out. Apart from those little treats, we ate as we normally would, with packed lunches, prepared salads and a barbecue back at the cabin.

So, despite a few holiday indulgences, here’s where my weight stands today…

Weight this week: 55.75kg (8st 11lbs)
Weight last week: 56.1kg (8st 12lbs)

Weekly loss/gain: -0.35kg (-1lb)
100% – 5 months 21 days in weight maintenance range (54 – 57kg or 8st 7lb – 8st 13lbs)