Over the past week, I spent a few days in Cornwall with a close friend.
We took lovely walks, had a dip in the sea, and since she’s an excellent cook, I wolfed down the delicious meals she prepared day and night.
But while she ate only half her plate of linguine made with local crab, I had three helpings. When faced with a bowl of taco chips and houmous, she would slowly toy with about six while I gobbled all the rest.
The reason for her restraint? She’s on Mounjaro.
Spending time with someone on weight-loss medication highlights one’s own deficient behaviour when
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