1.0 mg (ish)
Last Weight: 200.4 pounds
Down 68.6 pounds (25.5%)

I woke up this morning thinking I would see the fabled 199.  Nope.  So close.  It feels like a mythical creature that I’ve seen as a goal my whole life but unable to get, no matter how close I get.  It feels like I am almost tripping myself up on purpose now that I am within a day of hitting such a huge goal.  Cookies before bed.  A donut for lunch.  I am doing things that I wouldn’t have done almost ever the last seven months.

But I’m okay with that.  When I had the donut, I felt like crap.  I feel like one of my biggest goals was giving my body a hard reset.  And that has happened.  When I eat poorly, my body responds poorly.  As I take smaller and smaller injections every week to wean myself, I am happy to see that my body has learned a lot, even without the support of a full dose of Wegovy.  

I opened my last box of Wegovy today.  Three weeks from today, I will be taking my last dose.  I appreciate what the drug has done for me.  I am forever in awe of what pharmaceuticals can do—and forever frustrated by how the industry works in this country.  If this drug really can help extend life expectancies the whole world over, then a price take that makes 99% of the world’s eye’s bulge is criminal.  I certainly would have stayed on it longer if I could afford it.

But, instead, I am adjusting to the lower doses and making sure my body is ready for when the last of the drug exits my system in March.  I believe I am as ready as I can be.  I will keep pushing to be in the best place possible in the coming weeks.  But I am ready.