Well, last time I mentioned it (early May?) I was down 20 pounds, and now I’m down 30. Things are now in the five pounds a month realm, and given that my menopausal monthly weight loss is usually 2.5 pounds, I’m still ahead of the game.
However, here are two ways feedback shows up on this drug: the scale and the clothes, and they do not correspond at all. The scale says I weigh 220. I pull out clothes I KNOW fit great at 220. Do not fit. Hips fit, chest won’t button.
So here’s why I think my 220 clothes don’t fit as they did in the past. This drug is the darling of the doctors because it makes you lose the fat around your organs, especially your liver. That’s sub -skeletal fat. If I’m losing liver fat, and my liver’s surrounded by my ribcage, then I now have a tiny sexy liver rattling away in my now empty ribcage, yet I still have too much boob fat and back fat slathered outside my ribcage to let me close my chest buttons.
I’m also losing thigh volume, and that’s odd because that thigh fat’s been with me since junior high. But, they say if you are eating enough protein to preserve your muscle, you still lose the marbling inside your muscle. So now I don’t have brisket thighs. Now they’re London broil thighs. Smaller thighs. A new world.
So now instead of an empty bra and more room in the waist of my underwear, my bra’s still snug and my underwear feels like it would twirl like a miniskirt if I spun around fast. Normal at the waist and then voluminous at the hips and thighs.
You scoff, “Fat distribution changes as you age, don’t you know that?” Well, yes, but the distribution follows gravity. Shoulder fat becomes back fat. Upper arm fat becomes elbow fat. That’s not happenimg.
Essentially my pear shape has inverted. Not what I was expecting.