It's the same way from the other end of the weight spectrum. I *could* battle underweightness by binding myself ever-tighter with the chains of Discipline and Shame, make myself cook proper meals despite not feeling hungry at the time...or, I could just order/eat out, rather than waste hours of weekend leisure fretting over trying to do food "the right way". Life is short, time is precious, St. Peter won't smile benevolently at the Pearly Gates just because we put in an E for Effort. Certainly not if we get there before our times due to preventably poor life habits. No honour in dying with your rights on, or whatever the gastric equivalent is.
It never really stops feeling like cheating, though, for sure. The whole general process of using money to make problems go away, which could theoretically be solved by force of will or sweat of brow...doesn't come naturally to everyone, no matter the actual balance sheet. It just feels so grubby. (But then, what's the point of saving money, if not to make problems go away?)
I just started Zepbound. It's wild that sweets have lost their siren call. They taste good when I eat them but I have no compulsion to hunt them up. The cupboard where they are stored no longer calls to me. I just wish it wasn't so bloody expensive.
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It’s quite a step-change, right? I was eating my damned bodyweight in chocolate every week (metaphorically at least) and now I can just say “no thanks”. On the cost side, I think these drugs are out of patent in India fairly soon and then we should be able to get good generics in a couple of years. Fingers crossed.
It's the same way from the other end of the weight spectrum. I *could* battle underweightness by binding myself ever-tighter with the chains of Discipline and Shame, make myself cook proper meals despite not feeling hungry at the time...or, I could just order/eat out, rather than waste hours of weekend leisure fretting over trying to do food "the right way". Life is short, time is precious, St. Peter won't smile benevolently at the Pearly Gates just because we put in an E for Effort. Certainly not if we get there before our times due to preventably poor life habits. No honour in dying with your rights on, or whatever the gastric equivalent is.
It never really stops feeling like cheating, though, for sure. The whole general process of using money to make problems go away, which could theoretically be solved by force of will or sweat of brow...doesn't come naturally to everyone, no matter the actual balance sheet. It just feels so grubby. (But then, what's the point of saving money, if not to make problems go away?)
I just started Zepbound. It's wild that sweets have lost their siren call. They taste good when I eat them but I have no compulsion to hunt them up. The cupboard where they are stored no longer calls to me. I just wish it wasn't so bloody expensive.
You’re my first ever Substack commenter! I appreciate you 🙏
It’s quite a step-change, right? I was eating my damned bodyweight in chocolate every week (metaphorically at least) and now I can just say “no thanks”. On the cost side, I think these drugs are out of patent in India fairly soon and then we should be able to get good generics in a couple of years. Fingers crossed.