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Gamer. Geek. Geriatrician. Reader of books. Father who knits and prints 3D toys. Massive Jean-Michel Jarre fan. My old blog is full of fun too! GNU Terry Pratchett

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - The One Year Anniversary!

Hello and welcome to this long overdue weight loss diary update!

I wanted to wait until one year had passed before making this update.

First things first: I hit my target weight just under 3 months ago! Initially, I was aiming for around 80 kg, but when I started going below 90, people started telling me to stop losing weight. That I looked "amazing" and "really well," the typical British euphemisms for "you were fat and now you're not" which always tickle me. I think part of the issue around obesity is that people skirt around it, rather than talk about it for what it really is, in direct, plain language.

Side note: I visited some old colleagues last month, some who hadn't seen me for 5 or so years, and all of them came up with "you look wells!" and "wow you've changed!"

These are people who I know very well and who can just say it for what it is, but they were too British to just say "you've lost weight!!"

Anyway. I digress.

Back to my target, which I made at 85 kg. According to the BMI, I'm still overweight (HAH!) but we all know that BMI is too crude a tool to use, so I'm ignoring it.

Since then, I've been reducing my dose (I reached the maximum of 15mg for one pen only), and I'm aiming to maintain at 5mg.

The journey has been amazing! I'm not talking about the physical transformation (though that really helps as you can see below), but the mental one. The stopping of all food noise, the eating only when you're hungry and only enough, the almost non-existent emotional eating, the removal of the constant feeling of guilt and shame, all of that just goes almost the very next day.

Before, no matter how hard I was trying (and I really was, as anybody obese reading this will relate to), I just could not lose weight effectively and sustainably, and couldn't stop eating (and thinking about) food. And I always blamed myself for my lack of control and weakness.

Until Mounjaro came along.

And switched all this off.

And made me realise that obesity really is a chronic disease that is complex, and some of us just have brains (and bodies) that are wired to make us fat, and keep us that way.

A reminder of this came in February when I had just increased my dose to 15 mg. We were going away for the week so I skipped a jab, to avoid any unwanted side effects while away. I normally jab on a Saturday. By Thursday that week, I went into a super market and bought everything I could carry (crisps! nuts! spice mix! chocolates! drinks!). It was like a compulsion to just buy this and eat that! I remember thinking to myself that I don't need any of this stuff but I just had to buy them!

Which also made me realise just how effective the drug was at controlling these impulses, but also that there was no way I could just come off it. I knew from the beginning that I was in this for the long run, as in life-long, and that week in February confirmed just that.

If you look carefully you'll see the weight shoot up in the 15mg part of the graph at the very top.

The future for obesity looks very bright. Tablet formulations of the drug are nearing trials completion, and this will make the treatment a lot more accessible (and cheaper) for many more. Patches are being researched also, which can only help more and more people.

I really believe that there is a near future where even things like airplane tickets will be cheaper because as a society we will weigh less, needing less fuel to be flown around. I think food will become cheaper also as demand reduces. I know of restaurants and retailers introducing specific products for those of us on weight loss treatment, and again that's a good thing for all.

Not to mention the reduction in all the medical complications obesity causes, the diabetes and heart disease, as well as cancer (obesity increases the risk of thirteen types of cancer).

I hope that more and more of us talk openly about using these drugs, and that society will gradually understand that obesity is not a moral problem, but a pathological one.

Before I leave you with the mandatory before and after photo, I wanted to thank you for reading this far, and if you're thinking of starting your medicated weight loss journey I cannot encourage you enough, and I hope that you will be able to talk about it freely with those around you. The more of us that do, the better it is for all.

Finally, if you wanted to read any of the previous blog posts about my weight loss journey, just click here. It'll search the blog and list them for you in descending date order.

Thanks again for reading and good luck on whatever journey you're taking!

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - Twelve Things I Learned About Mounjaro in Twelve Weeks

Good morning and hello and welcome to the blog!

I last wrote about weight loss 6 weeks ago, so I figured now was a good time to do an update, especially as yesterday marked twelve weeks of Mounjaro treatment, and also my first 10mg jab.

This update will be made of 12 bullet points that I learned throughout the journey so far.

Before I start, those of us in the UK have all heard about the 170% price increase for higher doses. It's a suckerpunch for sure, and I kind of understand why it has to happen, but not how it was done (2 weeks notice and 170% all in one go). This has lead to panic-buying and stock-piling, so there's shortages currently.

I'm lucky enough to have enough doses to last me another 3 weeks, so hopefully by then it'll settle. I am also in a position where I can afford the price increase. If you can't, then I personally think your best option is to talk to your provider about swapping to Ozempic. At least that way you don't go cold turkey and risk losing all that hard work, and it's much cheaper (currently). Good luck!

Without further ado, here's the 12 things I've learned so far, in no particular order:

1 - Mounjaro is NOT an easy fix. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. It requires discipline.

2 - Mounjara IS a great tool to help weight loss. Provided you work with it.

3 - Mounjaro requires that you stay hydrated. I rarely drink water at work at all, and at home very little also. This had to change. I was feeling very thirsty most of the time so I realised my habits had to change and now I regularly drink lots of water, like I'm doing right now as I type.

4 - Mounjaro requires exercise. Just jabbing and hoping for a miracle will only lead to frustration and disappointment. It might work for a bit then it'll stall and you'll wonder why. Anything really, go out and walk, do arm exercises in your chair, it doesn't matter. Just do something.

5 - Mounjaro requires that you eat less. The challenge is finding the balance between your hungry eyes and your now much slower digestive system. All your life you've had hungry eyes, with a digestive system that can match it. Now, you'll still see a portion and think it's too small, only to find that you can't finish it. If you give in to your hungry eyes and eat it all up, you will feel uncomfortable and regret it for the rest of the day. Learning to stop eating at the right time is surprisingly trickier than it sounds, as for years we've just finished what's on our plate and asked for extras. Stopping eating when we're full (rather than satisfied) is a new life skill we have to learn.

6 - Mounjaro has side effects. The well-publicised diarrhoea and constipation mainly, but there's others like mood swings and fatigue. Everyone has their favourite way to manage them, just find what works for you.

7 - Mounjaro will make the food noise disappear. No more constant thoughts about what to cook, what to eat, what to snack, what meal to buy when you're out. None of that. It disappears and it's amazing when it does.

8 - Mounjaro will make you feel full when you don't expect to be full, like when you wake up. Here's the thing: you have to eat still. Something small, but you have to eat. The mistake I (and most of us) made initially is not eating because we feel full. All that leads to is a migraine because your body hasn't got enough nutrients in it. This takes some getting used to as in the beginning you'll naturally just not eat. It's a cliché, but you really do have to remind yourself to eat.

9 - Mounjaro runs out. You'll notice the day or two before your next jab that your internal food demon is waking up, and you'll find your mind drifting to things you haven't thought of all week (in my case, I start day dreaming about that amazing South Indian dessert, Semiya Payasam). This is a good thing by the way, it serves as a reminder that A) it works and B) obesity is a chronic illness that some of us have to live with and we can't just "eat less" like we've been told to do for years. You try living with a 24/7 voice in your head telling you to eat and then tell me to "eat less."

10 - Mounjaro will NOT make you enjoy food less. This is a common, slightly-judgy remark I get from thin people. "But surely you're not enjoying food now?" I am actually. I'm enjoying it more funnily enough. The food still tastes and feels the same, and the act of eating is still as enjoyable as it ever was. Except now I don't feel guilty afterwards because I ate way too much, only to follow it up with a dessert I don't have room for. Now, I'll enjoy the meal knowing that I've eaten the right amount for my body and not over-indulged, and when the meal is over, it's over. No afters or seconds or thirds or inbetween meal snacks. It's liberating and very enjoyable.

11 - Mounjaro will flush out your judgemental friends. You will get judgy comments and slightly disappointed looks from people that think you're "cheating" when they find out. Or, if you're secretly jabbing (I'm not), you'll still hear comments from them about someone else who's on the jab. My advice is this: use this is an opportunity to educate people. The more of us that have these discussions, the more attitudes will change. My judgy comments came from two very unexpected friends, to both of which I smiled a big smile and explained how amazing the drug was, and how helpful it is to those of us with obesity. I said that you wouldn't judge a deaf or visually impaired person for using a hearing aid or glasses, and this is the same. That shuts people up usually.

12 - Mounjaro works! As long as you play by its rules, change life-long habits, and listen to your body (not your emotions!) when it comes to eating, you'll see results like the chart above.

Thanks for reading and good luck on your journey!

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - Weeks Five and Six

Good morning!

I didn't manage to write last week, so this post will be about the last fortnight and how it's been.

This morning I took my 3rd dose of Mounjaro 5mg. As you may recall, this is the dose that the manufacturer classes as therapeutic, with the 2.5mg dose being an onboarding ramp so your body gets used to the stuff.

My experience with 5mg is that the appetite surpression is unreal, it's almost unnerving. I took the first dose on Saturday, and that evening I managed to eat a grand total of 3 (three!) pizza slices. That's it.

This effect continued throughout the week but, as usual, by around Thursday/Friday I felt it wean off a bit, however that still didn't mean that I was eating lots, but I felt hungrier than usual.

Talking of hunger, the feeling has now changed into something else. Before starting MJ, when I felt hungry, I. FELT. HUNGRY. Meaning it would dominate every other feeling until I did something about it.

Now, when I feel hungry I just register it, shrug, and carry on doing what I'm doing until I'm finished and I go get something to eat. It's a peculiar kind of release and one that I'm still getting used to.

My bowels remain a mystery even to themselves, and initially the 5mg made me looser (YAY!) then the constipation came back (NAY!) so I'm currently balancing it out with a combo of Psyllium Husk capsules and Senna.

I've also noticed that I'm a lot thirstier with this dose, especially the first couple of days. I feel like my throat is dry all the time and as such I keep drinking lots of water. I'm taking this as a good thing to be honest, I could always do with rehydrating more.

The step up to 5mg is something that carries quite a reputation, with some people suffering a lot of side effects from it (remember, it's the only time on this journey that the dose doubles), as such I was a bit apprehensive about it, but overall it's been OK.

The main negative for me is that I feel fuller all the time but in an uncomfortable, why did I eat way too much, kinda way. Whereas on 2.5mg the sensation of fullness was just normal; here, even after a piece of toast, I feel like I've eaten a three course meal.

You might argue that this is a good thing, however, it's not just the physical feeling that's a bit uncomfortable, but it's also the guilt. I associate this fullness with guilt (why did I eat so much? why couldn't I stop earlier? I won't do it next time etc) and I've not managed to dissociate it yet. When I feel too full now, I instantly start feeling guilty until I have to remind myself that it was just a sandwich that I had for lunch...

I'm sure this will subside with time, and I will learn to seperate the emotion from the physical feeling.

Finally, I'll leave you with what the scales say, and if you're thinking in Imperial units then I've hit that magic 1 stone of weight loss that we're all chasing. My start weight was 111.9 Kg.

I'll also mention that I will reduce the frequency of these posts now, probably to monthly, as I'm now settled in a groove and there won't be much new to share, unless something dramatic happens then you'll be the first to know.

Thanks for following along so far and good luck on your journeys!

[sobtanian]

Quick Weightloss Update

Good morning.

Last Saturday I took my first 5mg dose of Mounjaro. I intend to talk in detail later about how vastly different to the 2.5mg it is, but today isn't the day.

It's hot in the UK and I woke up way too early to formulate proper thoughts, but here's a spoiler: 5mg Mounjaro is a BEAST.

I'll post a more detailed blog next weekend.

In other news: on Tuesday I finally get to my double-digit attendance to a Jarre concert, I'll be seeing him in Brussels with an old school friend. I cannot wait.

See you next weekend peeps.

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - End of Week Four

Hello!

This weekend marks the end of four weeks on Mounjaro, meaning the end of the 2.5mg pen and the start of the 5mg dose, which I took yesterday (Saturday).

I can already feel the effects of the higher dose, but I'll leave the details for next week's entry.

The last week has been dominated by one headline:

CONSTIPATION.

As I've mentioned before, this is something I really don't cope with very well at all, and I don't think my combination of Docusate and Senna is cracking it. It works, eventually, but it causes me to go from zero to very painful cramps which signal that I need to poop. There's no in between.

Obviously, no one wants this, especially not at work.

The good people on the Mounjaro UK subreddit have recommended trialling fibre-based laxatives like Ispaghula Husk. I've used this in the past, and I found it extremely unpalatable. It was a sachet you had to mix with water and drink, disgusting stuff. They pointed out that can get it in capsules so I might give it a go and see.

I was also told that some people's constipation got better when they went from 2.5mg to 5mg, so perhaps I'll be one of the lucky ones.

This fourth injection was the first time where I developed a bruise. I didn't do anything different, and because my modelling diary is currently free, this was just a cosmetic issue that didn't really affect me, it just caught me mildly by surprise when I spotted it in the mirror.

Talking of mirrors, I don't see myself looking any different. People at work have started commenting on how they can see a difference, but I can't. I'm not sure if they're being nice (I've told everyone that I'm using Mounjaro, I'm not a secret jabber) or if I just can't see it yet. I remember when I did Atkins 20 years ago, that kinda melted the fat off so fast I obviously looked different in the mirror. As this is a more gradual thing, I think it's gonna take time until I notice a difference.

Another thing to mention is that the famous "forgot to eat" symptom that I keep hearing about happened to me on Monday. I was at work and it was around 1:30 PM that I realised I felt hungry and should probably eat something. I'm a religiously 12 PM sharp lunch kinda guy, when they check Big Ben's accuracy they base it on when I have lunch, so this was a very pleasant surprise. I must inform Westminster that they need to find something else to measure with from now on.

The opposite happened on Friday though (when the dose was tapering off): I felt like I could eat tons. We had a barbecue and it was the first time since starting treatment that I consciously had to restrict what I was eating. I ate a normal amount, and could easily have eaten a lot more. It was weird having to force a stop, having spent the last 4 weeks just naturally eating enough. Interestingly, half an hour after eating I felt really full, so obviously I'd eaten enough for my stomach to be full but not enough for my greedy eyes and brain.

Mounjaro's magic ability to make you less of a glutton is what, in my opinion, is its winning attribute. When that magic wore off on Friday, it was like the curtain was pulled back a bit and I could see back into time where I used food as an emotional comfort support blanket, the more of it the better, rather than just for sustenance. Luckily, the very next day was jab day so it all passed, but it served as a reminder that this really isn't the silver bullet fix that skinny people think we're cheating with, it's a tool that requires a whole system effort to use properly.

Finally, instead of leaving you with the detailed scales reading, here's the results graph from Shotsy, which shows the results in a much more dramatic, encouraging form.

Thanks for reading and see you next week!

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - End of Week Three

Good morning! I wanted to do this week's post bright and early because reasons.

I've just taken my 4th (and last) dose of 2.5mg Mounjaro, meaning that today marks three full weeks of treatment.

Next Saturday I will (hopefully) have taken the first 5mg dose.

This week started off with a McBang: it was Sam's birthday on Sunday (he's 11. How I don't know. He was born last week) and he asked for McDonald's. I used this as an opportunity to test two things: Deliveroo (which is now finally available in the arse end of no where which is where we live) and what eating fast food feels like while on treatment.

Deliveroo arrived on time, and I ordered a medium Big Mac meal with chips and Sprite. I finished it, but just about. Crucially, I enjoyed it, felt that it was more than enough, and I really didn't need more.

Let me show you a typical order before treatment: Large Double Quarter Pounder meal with chips and milkshake, at least 5 chicken McNuggets, at least 4 cheese bites, and I end up hoovering up what's left. Even typing this now I feel.... malaise. To quote a friend of a friend, Mounjaro has rewired my brain. None of this big meal now appeals to me one bit. McDonald's still does, but in more, let's say normal, proportions.

We cut up his cake (and sang Happy Birthday. We're not savages) and my wife served me a piece that, 4 weeks ago, I would have called a sniff.

It took me about half an hour to finish.

Obviously, this was excellent news. I was worried that I wouldn't enjoy the meal (I did), or that I would enjoy it too much and want to indulge (I didn't).

It's not all good news though. This last week I've been troubled with constipation. I initially was excited by this, as it firmed up my chronically loose poops, but now it's gone the other way. Constipation is one of those symptoms that I do not handle well at all. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. I am currently trialling a combo of Docusate and Senna to see if this moves things along.

If you've got any tips, please let me know.

Also, the dreaded food noise reappeared a couple of days in the week, where I found my mind wandering towards what snack to have or what my next meal is. This was temporary, I didn't have to do anything to resist it, as at the time I didn't feel hungry nor compelled to snack, but it was still a weird thing having those thoughts creep back.

This just goes all by itself, and in fact at the end of the week I took my wife to the garden centre that has a food shop and a restaurant. The thought of going in to grab something to eat didn't even enter my mind; and perhaps in the most NSV for me yet, I completely ignored the savoury snacks on offer on the shelves: you know the ones, peanuts, pretzels, cheeses, biscuits etc.

Usually such visits end up with my wife buying every plant she can see, and me buying every snack I can see. The latter did not happen, and I will not expand on the former.

She reads this blog and I don't want to sleep on the streets. Again.

And finally, here's what the scales said this morning. A loss of 0.9kg, which is remarkable.

Thanks for reading and see you next week!

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - End of Week Two

Hello! One day later than usual, I thought I'd share with you how things went last week, after my second jab of 2.5mg Mounjaro.

This was an interesting week, mainly because I was feeling a bit hungrier than I was the week before. Around meal times, I felt like I could eat a lot more.

Emphasise the "felt."

The reality was, when it came to actually eating, I was getting full a lot quicker than before. When I actually ate the whole meal, I'd regret it 30 minutes later, feeling over-full and a bit uncomfortable.

This is interesting, as some people realise their limits before/while eating and stop, while I don't. I've read lots of people with similar experiences to mine, where they feel too full a while after the meal.

So, this last week I've learned to stop eating knowing that soon after I'll be more than satisfied. Again, I don't feel deprived or restricted, I'm just happy.

Interestingly, a bit of food noise started creeping in. Not much mind you, but I did find my mind drifting to thinking about food when I wasn't actually eating it. I didn't have to resist nor do anything about it, it just quickly went away but it was a bit unnerving when that voice came back.

This is entirely normal so early on in treatment. The manufacturer doesn't even count 2.5mg as a therapeutic dose, it's just an onboarding ramp to get your body used to the higher doses later on. The fact that there's any benefit is amazing if I'm honest.

Finally, a couple of weird things happened:

I got a notification from the McDonald's app that some points were about to expire. Usually, this prompts a weekend visit to use them up. Now, I really didn't fancy it at all. Weirdly, one very good effect of Mounjaro is that it's making me eat healthier, not by conscious effort nor restriction, I just am. If you bring me a Big Mac I'd probably eat it, but I genuinely just don't fancy going out to get one.

Second, there were cupcakes and chocolates and grapes at work last week. Usually, I'll resist them, then eat them all. Instead, I just fancied a handful of grapes. I was content with them and didn't even think about having the sweeter stuff.

This radical change in my eating behaviour is the most unnerving bit for me so far, and I'm still trying to get used to this new, healthier, me.

Here's what the scales are reading this weekend. A loss of 0.9 kg, which I really wasn't expecting.

Until next week friends!

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - One Week In

Hello! A week has passed since I started taking Mounjaro (details here), and wow what a week it's been. I took the first dose at around midday on Saturday, and started logging what I felt throughout the week, so I don't forget what I need to say today! This is a slightly longer post because I have so much I need to share.

(side note: I cannot recommend the app Shotsy enough! It's made by a dev who's on weight loss injections themselves, and it's great to track your symptoms, but, crucially, to remind you when (and where!) to jab)

Anyway, let me get the boring bit out first and just tell you about the side effects I got. Then we'll get to the exciting bit!

Day one: FATIGUE. And I mean, really exhausted like I'd just done a night shift.

Day two: BURPING. And I mean, lots of burping. Way more than your average fat Arab man, if you can imagine so much gas.

Day three: CONSTIPATION. Now, my poops are normally very loose (think chilli-con-carne-consistency. I make no apology for this, there's no other way to describe it), since this day, they've been..... normal. Which is very weird for me. So, it's not really constipation as such, but if you start off with normal poops, I suspect you will get constipated. The BURPING continued in full gusto.

Day four: HEARTBURN. I suffer from that a lot anyway.

Day five: WEEING. This was the only day where I wee'd a ton. More on this later.

And that's it. These were all relative mild and self-limiting symptoms thankfully.

Now for the exciting bit.

The very next day, someone pressed a switch in my body. And that switched turned off something I didn't even realise I had: food noise. This is an informal term for what I thought was just normal: constantly thinking (and planning) in terms of food.

In my case, it's not like I was always hungry and grazing, but it did mean that my typical day would be something like this:

Breakfast. Feel hungry around 11, think about what snacks to have. Most likely get a snack.

Lunch. Have something sweet after lunch. Think about what snacks to buy for the car journey back home. Buy said snacks.

Dinner. Have dessert after dinner. While having dinner, think about what meal plans are for the rest of the week, crucially the weekend because it's the weekend and you have to indulge.

Stay up too late playing a video game. Think about the snacks you're gonna have while everyone is in bed. Eat said snacks.

Feel like shit because you did all the above and think that you'll never to do it again.

Repeat the next day.

Notice something there? All that thinking about food. ALL. THE. DAMN. TIME. I had just assumed that this was normal for every single human being on earth, because everyone is created in my image, right?

Until someone hit that switch. And all of this thinking just.... disappeared. Gone. Even writing about it now I feel exhausted, I don't know how I was living with it for so long.

Obviously, this lead to me eating much, much less. By that I mean I still had an appetite, but it was only for main meals, and a lot less of them than usual. The drug makes you feel full quicker and for longer, which is definitely the case for me. It also made me eat much, much slower. Usually, on our dinner table there are shovels rather than knives and forks, Guinness World Records have been broken at our table. I'm not sure if this slower eating is because I'm still not sure what my full limit is yet, or whether it's another effect of the treatment.

Either way, it's great because I realised that food is a lot more enjoyable when, you know, eaten properly. Who knew?

Finally, that sweet tooth I've had all my life? Gone. As in, on the rare occassion this week where I had something sweet, I had one biscuit rather than four, and I felt it was enough. I enjoyed it, but didn't need more nor want more. I didn't miss eating a ton of sweet stuff. I just didn't want it. I "cheated" one day and had two (two!!) chocolate digestives, and felt like I'd eating a massive chocolate cake!

It was like Mounjaro was the lift in Severance, and my innie is this new person who doesn't remember what food noise is. If you've never seen the series (you should) it's about a sinister corporation whose workers have a chip in their brain that makes them completely forget their work day and vice versa. So when they go down the lift to work, they forget everything of their outside "outtie" life. They become different people effectively. "Innies." When they go up, they can't remember a thing of what they did at work.

Taking Mounjaro has felt, to me at least, like I was being severed. Severed from the noise I never knew was an issue until now.

And wow is it liberating.

Finally, here's what the scales say today. 2.15kg weight loss. With other diets that have worked for me (Atkins, 5:2) this weight is most definitely water loss, as I tend to wee buckets in that first week. This time, I don't think it is.

Until next week! Thanks for reading.

[sobtanian]

Weight Loss Diary - Starting Mounjaro

I thought I'd make use of this (severely) underused blog to talk about my weight and how I've been trying to lose weight for years, and talk about ordering (and starting) Mounjaro today. Hopefully this'll be a weekly (Saturday) blog until I reach a weight I'm happy with.

For those that know me in real life, you'll know that I've always been fat. There was a brief, glorious, period in my life (late teens, early twenties) when I wasn't, but that quickly disappeared and I turned into my dad, and my uncles, and everyone I know in our family. We like to eat.

I've tried many diets, they all work, but then I come off them and (sit down because this might surprise you) the weight comes back on again.

For the last 5 years or so, I've accepted that I'll never be a light weight, and I'll always have a big belly. I've managed to keep the weight static (at around 112kg, which, believe it or not, is good for me!) with a combination of weekly exercise classes, and intermittent fasting.

But, as time marches on and I get older, the knees start creaking and the cholesterol requires treatment and I have to use a CPAP machine for sleep apnoea, I thought now would be a good time to start medicated weight loss, more specifically Mounjaro weekly injections. The idea is to lose weight and then stay on a maintenance dose for life, rather than go cold turkey.

I've spent the last couple of weeks trying to order a starter pen. My first sign up was with Juniper, who are mainly targeted towards women but accept men. They took my money and promised me a clinician will be in touch in 2-5 days.

7 days later and I'd heard nothing, so I thought I'd try Reddit's favourite MedExpress. This time, I got a response in 24 hours asking me to verify my identity and upload a photo of my whole body for verification. Once that was done, I got an email informing me that the clinician had approved my order and issued a prescription, which should be with me the next day!

GLORY! Except, it never arrived.

3 days later, they emailed to say that there's a national shortage of Mounjaro 2.5mg pens. This immediately sounded suspicious to me, so I read around and couldn't find a single thing online about shortages. Digging a bit more, and it transpires that the company had recently moved to a different warehouse and was experiencing lots of issues! Had they been honest and said that they probably would still have my custom now.

Eventually, yesterday (Friday), I stumbled upon Pharmulous (I like the name shut up). They're a small company whose clincian is a GP who is taking the medication herself, and, crucially, they are happy to support maintenance prescriptions (some companies refuse once your target weight is reached).

I thought I'd try them (third time lucky right?). Here's what happened:

0700: I placed an order.

1300: I get an email from a clinician asking me to verify my identity and email a photo.

1400: They email to say prescription is approved and on its way.

1700: Royal Mail tell me the package is coming the next morning. That's today!

Call me shallow, but that is exactly how to win my custom. Quick, straight forward, and concise.

SO! Today I'll have my first dose. If all these accounts I hear of people just not ALWAYS WANTING TO EAT are true, then that's amazing. It's a little bit daunting if I'm honest, for my 48 years on this earth, my life has revolved around food. I like food and I like to eat. Suddenly not being controlled by food is both liberating and terrifying at the same time. And there's talk of side effects initially (nausea, perhaps diarrhoea) so I was advised by friends who use the stuff to make sure I take my dose on a weekend, so at least I'm not at work while suffering anything.

I thought I'd end this post (and thank you for reading so far!) with what my scales say about me today, and we'll see what they say next weekend.

Stay tuned!

[sobtanian]

Jean-Michel Jarre Hits Reset, Blows Our Minds

On Sunday the 12th of May 2024, at around 09:50 PM CET, I left this planet and floated into space.

It wasn't a sudden thing, quite the opposite. It was a gradual sensation of weightlessness and freedom and happiness and euphoria and togetherness and warmth and love and that deep, deep feeling inside when you know that something special is happening and you're part of it, a feeling that had been building cautiously and slowly over the course of the day in Bratislava, where Jean-Michel Jarre gave us the performance of his life with a concert so perfectly done it just carried you away until at some stage you were no longer on earth, but somewhere in that happy place that exists only within the realms of music.

For me, that moment was at around 09:50 PM CET, when the opening notes of Rendezvous 2 started, and gravity just disappeared.

Jarre's "Bridge From The Future" concert was announced just over a month before it was due to take place, and it promised a lot. Too much. Free, open-air, city scale, large projections, lasers, lights, and even drones. The concert was billed to start the events of Starmus, under the slightly sinister eye of Bratislava's UFO Bridge. Even the bridge was going to be part of the fun, closed roads and everything!

You knew that this was going to be good from the trickle of photos on his social media of the stage (purpose built with those iconic screens he loved to use); from the rumours about drones and maybe search lights and even lasers projecting on buildings (and who doesn't dream of seeing those again!); and from the palpable excitement of Brian May, yes that famous Queen guitarist, who was to guest star in this production.

My dream of attending a proper Jarre spectacle was about to come true.

And wow what a spectacle.

From the countdown all the way to the final twang of Brian May's guitar, Jarre and his team managed to blend together all the elements that make these performances so magical: the music (I won't list the tracks, but there's something for everyone here), the art on the screen (high res HDR screens that practically pop), the search lights, the lasers, the drones (400 of them), the laser art on the building nearby, the guest choir and brass (who doesn't love a guest choir) and the surprise fireworks all came together to paint the perfect picture.

These elements were all clearly so meticulously planned to complement each other that they ceased to exist as single entities, but they become much, much greater than the sum of their parts and it felt as if this concert had become its own living thing, a thing that was designed to overwhelm all your senses at once, and at some stage just remove you from all your worries and cares and sadness and anxiety and let you float free and happy, practically carried by the sights and sounds you almost can't believe that you're witnessing at the time.

A dream made real.

And while Jarre has had some missteps recently in the world of VR, you feel that this concert was his way to hit reset and go back to the thing he does best: creating unique, one-off spectacles that only he can pull off, bringing thousands of people together to share the experience and come out of it closer to each other than they'd ever been before.

Old friends reunite, new friends are made, and for a magical two hours, we're all travelling together through this experience he has created for us, and when we finally land back down on earth we're filled with hope and love and happiness and a greater sense of togetherness than before.

And if this isn't the magic of a Jarre concert, then I don't know what is.

[sobtanian]

Jean-Michel Jarre's BIG MESS

First of all, Merry Christmas to you all and hopefully a Happy New Year.

It feels a little weird composing this post when the last blog I did ages ago was almost the exact opposite, but here we are.

A few weeks ago, Jarre announced that he was going to perform in The Hall of Mirrors at The Palace of Versailles. A Christmas Day special event where only a small audience could attend, but, more importantly, it was going to be a mixed live/VR event.

Unlike his previous three VR events (more info in the last blog if you're interested) which were recorded and then played back on demand when you joined, this was meant to be happening at the same time as the real thing. Jarre would be performing in the palace, wearing some AR headset that no one had heard of, hence enabling him to allegedly both see the real audience and what was going on in VR.

The VR aspect was to go live at the same time as the concert, using VRRoom's beta app. It is important to note here that VRRoom have been his VR partners since the beginning, but they didn't have their own app, they were piggybacking the performances on the well-established VRChat platform, something they managed to do extremely well by the third (Oxymore) VR event.

Obviously, none of this came to happen.

Just hours before the event, there was an announcement on Twitter (I'm not calling it X and that's a hill I will die on!) that the public access VR event was being delayed for 3 hours after the live show. The official excuse was to allow them to "ensure the highest quality production." The official TV broadcast and YouTube stream were scheduled for the same time also.

This immediately rang alarm bells. Wasn't this meant to be a hybrid live/VR event we could experience together? Maybe they delayed it because they wanted to record the VR part, tidy it up, and release a good version of it? Or was it that they just weren't ready for the whole thing?

It turned out to be the latter.

Come VR performance time, no one could actually join. If you were lucky enough to manage to login to the VRRoom servers, you were faced with a black message with a sand timer on it, telling you to click here to join. Join what? The void? If you were patient enough, you may have seen that black screen turn into a concert poster! Wow, progress! You clicked to download the "shared assets" to your headset, and once that happened you might have seen the same click here to join message.

You clicked and the screen faded to black and finally you were going somewhere. Back to where you started that is. No matter how many times you tried, you just ended up where you started. Nothing. If you made the mistake of quitting the app and trying again, you couldn't even login anymore.

Now, this wasn't just me, or some people, this was everyone who tried VR. I have searched multiple fan groups and pages to see if anyone, anyone, got in, and no one did. So much for "highest quality production."

30 minutes of this frustration was enough for me and the group of people I was chatting to. We quit the app, and decided to watch what was left of the TV stream from the live concert earlier in the day. The YouTube stream never materialised and hopefully never will.

We found ourselves watching what had to be some Black Mirror version of a Jarre concert.

There he was, in the middle of this hall with audiences in front and behind him. The footage was mainly a camera going round and round in circles, sometimes showing the (dimly lit) crowd, who didn't quite know whether to clap or dance or not, and then mixing into this awful VR version (rehearsal?) of the performance with a VR audience that was made up of black silhouettes of people. Not animated, not moving, nothing. Just black mannequins. It gave this very dystopian image of some mad man playing music to a bunch of dolls. This was obviously just a mix that someone quickly threw together to try and make the TV contractual obligation and hope no one notices.

Your fans are tech-savvy Mr Jarre, by definition we kinda are because you came along at a time when tech was blowing up and we grew up with it and your music hand in hand. We noticed.

Perhaps the most embarrassing of all however was his "live" performance. It's no secret that 99% of his concerts are playback, but then most electronic acts are. But most electronic acts have the dignity to acknowledge this and even play to its strength: Kraftwerk just stand behind desks pressing a button now and then, heck occasionally even replacing themselves with robots that just stand there while the music plays; The Chemical Brothers just go from twiddling one knob to another that may or may not make any changes to the track that's playing at the time. And that's OK, we're there for the music, not the craftsmanship.

Jarre seems to think that jumping around pretending to play notes is what people want to see, and maybe that might've worked if he was playing on the rooftops of Houston for example. But in such a small space, with cameras everywhere, what we got was an old man who was trying to act half his age, forgetting what he was meant to be doing and just jumping around from one keyboard to another. A tune would play and his fingers would be just hovering over some keys and not even moving, he would suddenly stop "playing" the main tune and start clapping or interacting with the crowd, or he'd spin around to face the crowd behind him, abandoning whatever keyboard he was pretending to play and the music somehow magically carried on. I was reminded of The Weeknd's excellent "Save Your Tears" music video that parodies artists younger than Jarre by fifty years. Click the scissors below to see what I mean:

✂️ Weeknd miming parody

5 seconds · Clipped by Sobtanian · Original video "The Weeknd - Save Your Tears (Official Music Video)" by TheWeekndVEVO

The final insult to this injury was that he was doing all this while wearing that headset. To see what? I don't know. Definitely not the VR version of this big mess. Maybe he was watching The Weeknd's video on repeat and wondering how it all came down to this.

While I will forever be in awe and respectful of Jarre as a musician and artist, it is still very sad seeing him fall to such low ground after a career that literally took his music to outer space. I could not shake the feeling that Jarre's seventy five years have finally caught up with him, and no matter how eternally youthful he looks or wishes to be, time will always win in the end.

I Iove you monsieur Jean-Michel but perhaps it's now time to put your feet up and relax. Leave the miming to your grandchildren.

[sobtanian]

Jean-Michel Jarre's Oxymore

This weekend, Jean-Michel Jarre is performing a set of small concerts for the Hyper Weekend festival in France, and this includes a free VR experience called Oxymore, which I attended. Here's some impressions about that, and his VR work so far in general.

I am fortunate enough to have attended all 3 VR concerts so far using a VR headset connected to my PC, so getting the best experience possible.

While I loved Alone Together (for the music, I like that kind of stuff), the actual experience itself was clearly rushed (which it was), and also full of glitches/technical issues, but it was a sign of things to come.

Welcome To The Other Side was much better: it was obvious that a lot of time and money had gone into this one, especially the amazing Ubisoft rendition of The Notre Dame and the visual effects in general. Again, this was Dance Jarre, which I quite like but I know many don't.

Oxymore, however, was an entirely different thing. This was a carefully curated art show, rendered almost completely in black and white, with some very surreal moments. You were free to move around, but periodically got warped from one set scene to another. I won't spoil too much for those that are going to attend this weekend, but the photos above give you some idea about what to expect.

It was a lot more organised this time too. While I know that some fans had trouble even connecting (and that's the problem with all these VR things, you have to be quite technical to connect), VRRoom this time had it a lot more under control, including hosts that actually guided you through the experience if you wanted to.

I was surprised to see clips of the show in real life, where it was just him and the audience and that's it. On this occasion, the VR event was vastly superior.

It really needs to be experience using a VR headset if you have one, so you can be totally immersed in the show.

As for the music? Well I won't spoil that. Let me just say that this is Jarre doing Jarre, and on this occasion you can't accuse the man of being Dance DJ Jarre. It's amazing and I hope it gets released as an album soon.

Overall, this was the best experience out of the three VR shows he's done, and you can tell that both him, and the VRRoom team are getting more comfortable/better at this sort of thing. And while he looks into the future with more VR stuff, in Oxymore he's definitely looked into his rich musical past.

You won't be disappointed.

[sobtanian]

My Best Friend Sinclair

I first met my best friend Sinclair in 1983, when I was just 6 years old. It was one of those really cold and really dark days that seemed to be all what I remember from 1980s northern England. My dad had come home late, carrying with him a big polystyrene box with a Sinclair ZX Spectrum 48k inside, along with an even bigger cardboard box with the "Spectrum Six Pack" budget games. He'd bought them for my brother who was 10 at the time. He'd been begging for it for ages.

I'll never forget that evening when they were trying to hook it up to our tiny TV. I watched in fascination as they fiddled with cables and tuning and got nowhere. All we saw was white noise. I got bored and started flicking through that glorious manual, and saw what was meant to be on the TV: the infamous white screen with (C) 1982 Sinclair Research Ltd at the bottom. It just wasn't going to happen.

Until it did.

That moment genuinely felt like a magic window had appeared out of nowhere. Suddenly, out of all that noise, this picture came and with it those magic words at the bottom. They then hooked up the tape recorder my dad had bought also, and after a lot of fiddling, they figured out how to load a game from the tapes. Naturally, we started with Horace Goes Skiing.

I remember the anticipation of that long loading sequence with all its screeching and bleeping and lines moving about, and I also remember not quite believing that at the end of all this, a game was going to appear. In our tiny house. On our tiny TV.

But it did.

Suddenly, there was this almost manic screen flashing HORACE GOES SKIING, and soon after we were both just sat on the floor, jaws agape, trying to figure out how to get Horace to cross the road and back to hire his skis.

I instantly fell head over heels in love with this little black thing, with its rubber grey keys and rainbow logo in the corner and those bleeps and bloops, and all the magic that came within.

In 1986, we all went back to Iraq.

This came as quite a culture-shock for me. I was born in Manchester and had no memory of random visits to Iraq when younger. My only memories came from England. So when we went to Baghdad I had to get used to a lot of new things: the climate (very hot and dusty), the language (I spoke broken Arabic at best), and perhaps most of all, the war. Iraq in 1986 was six years into a bloody eight year war with Iran, under the iron rule of Saddam Hussein.

When you're a child, who ruled didn't really factor into your life, you didn't really understand why grownups had a problem with the regime. But when you're in school and the air raid sirens start screaming and you hear a big massive explosion, the war takes centre stage in your life, no matter how young.

There was an escape though.

Our little ZX Spectrum had made the journey to Iraq with us. Luckily, it had found a thriving scene of hobbyists and gamers.

This small, unassuming black rectangle was lovingly known as "Sinclair." On the hot playgrounds, you regularly heard things like "Do you have Sinclair?" or "Is that on Sinclair?" and so on. It was never called the Spectrum or anything else. Just Sinclair.

In our young-but-troubled world, Sinclair became another word for escape.

Just like that magical moment in England in 1983, the Sinclair became an actual window to escape through. An escape away from the heat, the dust, the sights, sounds, and stories of war, and into the many amazing worlds of those simple, yet spellbinding, games.

Sinclair made the unbearable, bearable.

I spent as much time as possible with it, glued to the TV and those clashing colours and bleeping sounds and spongy keys that came together to create something truly magical and unique. Something that transported me as far away as possible from the difficult and sometimes strange world outside. An escape that I shared with many other children in Iraq, an escape that brought us together and bonded us, that got us talking about things other than war and bombs and children being bombed in their playgrounds and young men dying in the war, all realities that we had to endure but couldn't understand nor process.

The recent news of Sir Clive Sinclair's death felt to me like my best friend had died. A friend who'd been through it all with me, who understood what I'd seen and lived through, and who didn't judge me for being nerdy, nor bully me for speaking broken Arabic, a friend who shared with me a passion to just stay inside and escape with books and games, instead of kicking a ball about in the dusty, broken streets of Baghdad.

You never knew me Sir Clive Sinclair, nor the thousands of Iraqi children who adored your small computer.

You gave us an escape, and you gave us hope.

You will forever be our best friend.

[sobtanian]

EōN by Jean-Michel Jarre

Yesterday, Jean-Michel Jarre released his latest project, an iOS app by the name of EōN. Created in collaboration with music tech company BLEASS, and with Sony for the visuals, the app uses seven hours of music he record specially for it, and using the wizardy of algorithms it generates a piece of music that can go on indefinitely, in addition to some abstract accompanying visuals. Similar procedurally generated music has existed before, of course, Brian Eno's Generative Music projects long preceded EōN; and video games have been doing it for a very long time now.

Currently it's only available for iOS, but an Android version is promised for next year. The video and audio can be AirPlayed to other devices also thankfully.

I purchased the app yesterday and have had it running almost continuously in the car, at home, and walking the dog, so I feel comfortable doing this mini-review given the amount of time I've been listening.

First of all, the visuals. These are similar to any WinAmp visualiser you've seen from around 1998 or so. They're fun to look at for a while but they don't really add much in my opinion. I mostly have the music running the background while doing something else.

But onto the main bit, the music. Every time you start the app, you get an entirely different "album" than before. While it's all electronic obviously, he has recorded a huge amount of variations, sequences, chords, and melodies. Sometimes you're greeted with a dark, soundscape of shifting moods, other times with a foot-tapping melody and drums sequence, and everything in between. For long-time fans there's even some recognisable themes, in my time with the app I've heard shades of Oxygene, Equinoxe, and Zoolook.

However, you're not just listening to a 7 hour track that he recorded on shuffle. The algorithm creates a unique mix of all the various elements on each launch, mixing things differently and shifting stuff around so it genuinely feels like it will never run out of something new no matter how long you run it. It creates an illusion that the whole composition is being made on the fly by an Artifical Intelligence.

Jarre has always excelled at taking the listener across a sonic and emotional journey in his studio albums, on this project he has managed to create an infinite amount of different journeys while also retaining the familiar emotions his fans love about his music. Whether you play it in the background on a quiet evening or listen to it with focus and intent, that magic will constantly be with you on whatever journey you're taken on by this amazing project.

A while ago I asked a group of fans on Facebook "what makes Jarre, Jarre?" The responses were hugely varied and it was great to see what his music meant to different people. One fan commented that his music has surprise parts, a break in the melody or rhythm that comes unexpectedly, giving the listener a goosebumps YEAH! sense of euphoria.

With EōN, Jarre's greatest achievement is managing to weave this element of surprise with each listen. You never know what's going to happen next with the music, but when it does suddenly shift or change or completely go in a different direction, it does it exactly as you'd expect from his YEAH! moments. When you realise that half of this magic is randomly generated by a computer, and that your next YEAH! moment will be entirely different and unpredictable, you genuinely feel like you are standing on the edge of a brave new world of art, music, and science all blended into one.

It is this constant state of discovery, surprise, elation, and euphoria that makes EōN so timeless.

[sobtanian]

20 Bullet-point Apple AirPods Pro Review

1\ Yes they look like little hairdryers. I’m sure my mum had this exact model in the 80s.

2\ They’re much shorter than the original AirPods, but also much chubbier.

3\ They actually wedge into your ear canal, rather than just hang by gravity.

4\ Which means their audio quality doesn’t change with movement.

5\ Unlike the previous two AirPods, which were really just standard Apple buds but a lot more convenient.

6\ The case is a bit bigger than the original one.

7\ And it opens sideways.

8\ It still comfortably fits into your jeans’ small inner pocket. A crucial factor if you ask me.

9\ They are very comfortable to wear, just like the originals. You don’t get that whole finger-in-ear effect like with other IEMs, especially foam ones.

10\ They have active noise-cancelling. It still freaks me out because it’s magic. It’s no better than the many other rivals who beat Apple to this.

11\ Controls have changed. Now, you gotta physically press a little button on the stem to do stuff, rather than just tap the pods.

12\ Both left and right controls do the same: one click play/pause. Two next track. Three previous track. Click and hold to enable/disable noise-cancellation.

13\ Once you get used to them, these controls are way better than the previous ones, as you can use any spare hand to do any of the above functions.

14\ Very handy if say you’re walking the dog.

15\ They sound really, really good. Much better than the originals.

16\ Whether that’s because the audio wizardry inside has changed (it has), or because they actually stay in place and are consistent, I don’t know.

17\ Probably both.

18\ They obviously “just work” with your Apple devices. And are just as seamless as the originals. Open the case near your Apple device and you’re good to go.

19\ They fit my ears really well. The older ones had to stick out at a weird angle.

20\ Pulling them out of your ear is different than the older Pods as they’re actually in your ear, not hanging off the edge. Needs getting used to.

In summary: Do you use Apple? Stop reading and go buy a pair. Or ask Santa for them. You won’t regret it, I promise.

[sobtanian]

An open letter to 13 year-old me, September, 1990

Hey! I promise it'll get better!

I know, I know, currently life sucks. You've gone back to Iraq after Saddam invaded Kuwait. Sanctions are in full force, the bread you eat is made out of animal feed, literally. Electricity comes and goes, the water sometimes comes out as mud from the pipes, and everyone is stockpiling food and oil and petrol and water because everyone knows that a big war is coming, but no one knows when.

Your dad was imprisoned by the regime for something you don't quite understand or even know if true or not. You only get one day off a week, and every other week you gotta get up at the crack of dawn on that day off and spend hours in the baking sun being humiliated by the guards so you can visit your dad. The shell of your dad really, the torture he went through left a scar that never healed all his life.

High school sucks! All school sucks, but this year it double sucks because there's all the above, and you can't tell your friends your dad is in prison because you're too ashamed so you lie that he's in Vienna of all places on some sort of business. They know you're lying. You know that they know you're lying. But it remains unsaid except for a handful of very close friends who you confide in.

And that Commodore Amiga everyone has? Well, yeah, that sucks too sorry. You got a ZX Spectrum, they've got an Amiga. You'll spend the next five years envious of them, but hey there's nothing we can do about that - yet. Don't worry, in a few years you'll have a killer 486 PC and everyone will be envious of you. Just be patient.

The war will come, Baghdad will be destroyed, but you survive. You survive through the cold winter, the dark nights, where stories are told to the light of the single kerosene lamp and the single kerosene heater that the whole family is gathered around in the same room, while you hear planes flying past and bombs dropping and missiles zoom so close to where you are they shake your bones and deafen you. You'll spend the cold day surveying the damage and gathering water and petrol and food from the brave souls out to sell during the war, and hey using the garden as a toilet is only natural.

You'll try to read your books with the weak light and listen to your Jean-Michel Jarre tapes on your Walkman that you got for your 13th birthday back in England and the books and the music and the Walkman will always take you back to that glorious summer in Manchester where everything was good and nothing could go wrong, except it all did. And when that precious electricity comes back briefly, you'll play and replay your VHS copies of his concerts, watching in awe every time at how beautiful it all is, and how for that short hour or two you're not in a war-torn Baghdad, you're in Paris or London mesmerised by the music, the lights, the lasers, the fireworks, the carefreeness, the freedom, the safety, the beauty, the hope.

It'll all pass, and you'll survive. You'll go back to England, where you were born and always wanted to stay, your family will soon follow, you'll work and meet a lovely girl and get married and have two boys and get a dog and buy that Amiga you've always wanted and soon your memories of Iraq will be of all the nice things you're taking for granted right now: your great, great friends, your grandparents' house, your dogs, the food, the city, the people, your family.

You'll also see Jean-Michel Jarre live many times, you'll even get to meet him and trust me, he's a great person in real life. You'll talk to him and give him a hug and tears will sting your eyes and your heart will burst out of your chest with pride and admiration and love for this musician who singularly inspires you and keeps you going through thick and thin.

In 2017, the year you turn 40, you'll travel to Masada Israel to see Jean-Michel Jarre live again. It's a great concert, it always is, made all that more special by the fact that it's in the middle of nowhere, 400 metres below sea level. You'll take some photos there, and they turn out to be really good. So good, that Jean-Michel himself sees them and asks you to share them with him. You can't quite believe it but you share them, of course you do, and happiness and pride fills your heart again.

It doesn't end there though.

One cold day in October 2019 you'll get a package from France. Inside you'll find a print of one of your pictures from the concert. With shaking hands you'll read the scribble at the bottom:

Pour Ali Alsawaf Un très grand merci pour vos belles photos Jean-Michel Jarre

For Ali Alsawaf: A very big thank you for your beautiful photos.

I promised you it'll get better. And so it did.

[sobtanian]

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