This past year has been quite the journey. Last May I found out that I was diabetic, probably the hardest thing I’ve had to deal with in a long time. I thought turning 40, I’d get my health under control, I had a bunch of things that I wanted to take care of and then BOOM, DIABETES. I was put on ozempic, my 35 year old doctor said lose 60 pounds and you could possibly reverse it. I’m down almost 40, I’m not stepping on the scale because it messes with my head.

My husband, who is 6” 285 and not diabetic is kinda jealous of the ozempic. He’s made so many comments about it’s a gift, you are lucky to be on it. Tell that to my dehydrated bowels!!! It’s really been rough, I even got myself admitted to the emergency room due to dehydration. So last night I invited my husband for a walk after dinner, sunset around the beautiful lake complete with our cuddly neighbor cats. 🐈

half way through the walk, after the kitties, I said to him that he should make an appointment with his dr to discuss wegovy, a drug specifically designed for weight loss. I told him it would help curb his appetite and stop the food noise. That we’ve learned so much from me being on ozempic, we could put that towards his weight loss journey.

Apparently he’s upset that I even brought it up and that I’m now a skinny judge-mental a-hole. I tried to explain to him that he thought it was a gift for me to be on ozempic and he was like “but you are diabetic!” Yup, A1C was 10.9 when I found out, I’m very diabetic. We’ve, and by that I mean he, has made lots of joke about me being diabetic.

Am I really an a-hole for suggesting a glp1? He’s been distant since.