Last week, I shared my take on GLP-1s. I’ve talked about my experience before, but now that it’s been almost a year and a half and I’m settling into things, I wanted to share more about how I feel about these drugs, and the impact they’ve had on my mental health, and my relationship with food.
I grew up with extremely unhealthy messages around food and what bodies should look like. It was a strange and unique experience since my mom was always overweight, but seemed to reward me for being “smaller.” I didn’t realize how unhealthy things were until I became a mom.
As someone who is type-A and struggles with anxiety, I tend to go all-in on whatever I’m doing. When it was CrossFit, I was working out five days a week and tracking every lift. When it was paleo, I rarely deviated and followed a strict diet. I worried a lot about my health, and focused a lot on what my body looked like. Part of that was just being a woman and growing up with certain messages about what was ideal and what wasn’t. And the other part was about control. As I got older, it was all about how I felt, and how healthy I was.
At 42, I am in the healthiest place I’ve been in a long time. I feel better in my body than I have in a long time, and I’m starting to work through some of the traumas I experienced as a child.
So today, I’m going to talk about the difference GLP-1s made in my life, and why they are so much more than an easy way out.