You’ll know, if you’ve been following my weight loss journey in the Mail, that I lost almost a second place in three months on the new drug Mounjaro.
I feel great, but I decided not to continue with the weekly maintenance dose because I wanted to try to maintain my new weight through my own efforts.
I knew it would be difficult once the appetite-suppressing effects of the jab wore off, but not exactly how difficult.
In the weeks after leaving Mounjaro, I gained 2 pounds. Well, it’s not a big deal and is easily lost.
But then I had a short break at the Gleneagles Hotel in Scotland, where they serve the best afternoon tea and Sunday lunch I’ve ever had. Result: another 2 pounds gained.
And that’s how it starts, little by little, and soon you’ll be back to square one and counting the cost in pounds gained and pounds spent on the miraculous fat hit, which doesn’t come cheap.
Of course, I don’t really want to go there, but Christmas is approaching and I’m compiling the shopping list on my phone: Ferrero Rocher, my favorite drink, Baileys, and the ingredients for homemade mince pies…
What’s more, this year I have more party invitations than I can imagine. A red warning light flashes and I know it can work in either direction.
Nadine Dorries lost almost second place in three months on the new drug Mounjaro and said she felt “fabulous” but decided not to continue with the weekly maintenance dose.
I can ruin it and embarrass myself in this article with pictures to show everyone how easy it is to regain lost weight. Or I can control it, now.
So what am I doing? A few days after returning from Scotland, I appeared on Jeremy Vine’s show on Channel 5, alongside Professor Tim Spector. He is the scientific co-founder of Zoe, an app that monitors blood glucose spikes and helps users make smarter food choices to reduce the risks of diabetes and heart disease, both of which are a concern of mine and why I wanted to lose weight in the future. first place.
Tim was promoting his new book, The Food For Life Cookbook, and every soft word he spoke made sense.
Never count calories and eat 30 different plants a week (fruits, vegetables, seeds, herbs and nuts) to ensure the “good” microbes that keep your gut healthy thrive.
And I was reminded again of the message from the foreword to a book that the much-missed Mail columnist, the late Dr Michael Mosley, gave me when we were working on a TV show together: “Every disease begins in the gut.”
I also know that research has shown that those who maintain weight after Mounjaro exercise regularly.
Yes, I will continue to make my own mince pies, but I will limit myself to just one each time I serve them, eating it slowly and savoring each bite, writes Nadine (stock image).
So in the run up to Christmas, although I may not have time for my usual Reformer Pilates classes, I intend to put on my trainers and go for a brisk walk of at least 30 minutes each day.
And yes, I will still make my own mince pies, but I will stick to one each time I serve them, eating it slowly and savoring each bite.
Next month is going to be tough, but I’ll remind myself that eating mindfully and exercising regularly increases my chances of spending many more Christmases with my family.
And if I really fall off the wagon, then there are three quarters of a Mounjaro syringe left in the fridge…
Olivia’s new WOW factor
While we’re talking about weight loss, how amazing does Olivia Colman look? Maybe she’s on a diet for a new role, or maybe she just wanted to lose a few pounds for health reasons, but on the red carpet Sunday night, one of the country’s favorite actresses looked absolutely radiant, with gorgeous cheekbones. Newly discovered to die for.
Actress Olivia Colman positively glowed on the red carpet on Saturday night.
Another bad smell for Starmer
Boris Johnson’s government has committed to approving legal guidelines for councils in England to ensure the bi-weekly collection (at least) of household waste.
There was a good public health reason for doing so. Worm infestations, multiplication of vermin and horrible odors are common when black bag waste is left for a longer period of time.
It was something my constituents often complained about when I was an MP. On home visits, I saw the terrible consequences of councils altering the collection schedule.
One constituent showed me the inside of his chest freezer, where he stored food waste until the night before collection day, when he transferred it to the bin.
It now turns out that the Labor Party, on the same day that Parliament was caught up in the debate over assisted dying, abandoned the fortnightly proposal and launched an “update” saying that councils should continue to decide the frequency of collection.
This Government is upsetting too many people, too quickly: farmers, retirees, small businesses struggling with higher IN costs, and all of us taxpayers in general. But hey, the train drivers and junior doctors are happy with their huge pay rises, and the prisoners designated for early release are delighted.
Now Starmer & Co are about to become even more unpopular with all the bin dumpers. I’ll call it now: the Labor Party is a one-term government.
Coleen Rooney was robbed of her crown as I’m the Celebrity Queen of the Jungle by McFly singer Danny Jones. I have nothing against Danny, who is clearly a lovely person and a fantastic father. But Coleen was the most captivating contestant, a true Scouse goddess who rocked the challenge from day one.
But in the public vote, McFly fans, now middle-aged mothers, prevailed. Next year, I propose banning older members of boy bands.
Under the spell of two mischievous elves
Two mischievous elves, Tinsel and Timber, have taken up residence at my daughter’s house.
The Elf on the Shelf tradition is a relatively new Christmas import from the US and seeing the pure delight on my three-year-old granddaughter’s face each morning when she discovers what Tinsel and Timber made overnight is nothing short of magical. .
They got stuck in a cereal box, got inserted in the middle of toilet paper rolls that cascaded down the stairs, and were found hanging from a beam in the kitchen.
In fact, the stress of inventing new pranks for the elves every night now dominates adult bedtime and will continue to do so until Christmas Eve.
I was skeptical at first, but now I wouldn’t trade this new family tradition for the world.
My social life is now better than my daughters’ as they enter the parenting and house renovation stage of life. And what a change of roles!
When Storm Darragh turned up late in the Cotswolds on Saturday, I was already on my way to the first of two parties. Downed branches and detours meant I arrived home at 1am to a series of voicemails.
‘What time are you calling this?’ ‘Why didn’t you text us to tell us you were okay?’ ‘Message when you get back or I won’t sleep.’
They didn’t get the irony, but it made me laugh.