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I am mostly posting journal-style to get my thoughts out and get support, I think. Anything that is about health due to my weight just takes a big emotional toll on me. Too many years of it being pushed so.hard I wanted to hurt myself.

I was really grateful my doctor right away respected when I told him I could not do the wegovy pill because it made me feel sick. He immediately offered me zepbound instead. It was actually a surprisingly positive visit, since any appointments about my weight have been hit or miss with him.

I now have NAFLD and am prediabetic, which is a large part of why I am less resistant to him pushing the medication. I also need to call my insurance tomorrow and see if they cover it.

I am just feeling emotional about it, I guess. It feels like an act of self-hate to inject, even though I know that isn't true and that I am actually trying to take care of myself. I wish I could just engage in my weight normally instead of it being such an emotional thing.

I appreciate you letting me post here, even if not one reads it. I just needed to get it off my chest, and historically I spiral in journals and just thinking someone might read and engage wifh my thoughts keeps them more grounded, lol.

This might be super obvious, but I save so much money making my own broth.

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In the freezer, I have a bag for leftover vegetable cutting (carrot ends, onion skins, the base and skins of garlic, wilting celery in my fridge, etc. Generally root vegetables minus potatoes work best). I will also save bones from rotisserie chicken, pork butt, etc.

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When you have a big collection, throw it all in a large crock pot and fill to the brim with water (I also usually will throw in spices like parsley, garlic powder, turmeric I bought years ago, or whatever floats your boat). Cook it on low overnight. The next day you wake up with tons of broth to use in soups, cooking rice or beans, drink it for an easy-on-the-tummy protein when feeling sick, or anything else you use broth for! It is practically free since I'm just using the parts of veggies and bones of meat I would normally just toss, and it tastes way better than store-bought.

So I had a major blood sugar crash the other day. I can barely stay awake. I truly feel absolutely awful. But I just have no desire to eat anything.

At best, that just means I force myself to eat food and am struggling to do so. At worst, I ended up throwing out a whole egg casserole because after two bites the thought of having any more almost made me throw up. It wasn't like it tasted bad or looked bad. It was something that maybe wouldn't have been my favorite but I would have eaten without issue before the medication.

I don't even know if this is that serious. But right now I can barely stay awake long enough to do the food prep necessary for getting food to eat. I just feel exhausted and overwhelmed. Is this normal?

So on the wegovy pill. I think added relevance is that I am also on a bunch of medications for ptsd and adhd. I was being kind of consistant, and other than just not sleeping enough and struggling to eat I was doing fine.

Well, I crashed. Haven't taken any of my meds in a few days because I literally was sleeping most of the day. Overslept and alarm and missed work.

Now I'm waiting for the 30.minutes between the pill and eating and I have the worst headache, feel dizzy, coughing (borderline throwing up) so hard it caused ear pain.

I am overwhelmed and feel horrific. I am sorry if this is disjointed. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and don't really trust my doctor to help because he has dismissed concerns in the past.

Sorry. Thanks in advance. Feel free to delete if I'm doing something wrong. I honestly can barely think, so if I am I am fully unaware of what.

I probably should just talk to my doctor about this, but frankly, I don't really trust him. So I'm turning to reddit instead.

The thing that made me finally cave and decide to start a glp-1 is sleep apnea. Long story short, undiagnosed sleep apnea led me into an abusive cult-like situation, so I have a lot of trauma around sleep, and it is extremely hard for me to do normal interventions to help sleep (like bedtime routines are very triggering, as is melatonin, etc).

Since starting wegovy, I haven't felt all that tired, and it's sort of a problem, lol. I am falling asleep eventually, but we are talking maybe 6 hours a day at best? And usually sometime mid day between clients (I work in education, so I am lucky I started meds right as my work schedule calmed down). I'm not sure if there are wegovy-spesific strategies for countering sleep issues? The only sleep aid that has ever worked for me was atarax, and my doctor was already uncomfortable with how long I was using it because of its potential connection to dementia.

Anyway, I am rambling because I am wide awake at 2am, but any advice is appreciated. I just don't even know where to start with counteracting the lack of tiredness.

So this is very silly, and I feel bad about it. My older sister is in a very toxic job she is struggling to leave, and my parents are doing whatever they can to make the transition out easier. Mom has researched different job opportunities and continuing education courses, as well as filtering them out for what would fit my sister's lifestyle. She has helped give my sister tools to make the first steps and both parents have offered emotional support to reassure her leaving is the right desision.

I want to be glad for her. I am glad. The job is super toxic and I am so grateful that she is leaving that field.

But when I begged my parents to let me go to college as a teenager, they pushed back so hard I eventually gave up. That is small compared to the lack of support when I left church abuse. I was dping so bad I felt like I was dying. I could barely manage to get out of bed. I was terrified. The world was falling apart around me. My parents encouraged me to stsy at the church for a few more months. They told me to talk to my abuser and tell her why I was leaving. They pushed me to go back to church when it was so triggering I was in danger of ending my life just for a single visit, and got mad when I asked them to stop, or for reassurance, or mentioned I had developed ptsd.

I'm just sad. I wish I had that support. I guess I can't entirely blame them, because by this point I don't actually give them options to support me. I try to keep my life private so they can't hurt me. But I live in my hometown (near where all the church abuse happened) and it is leaving me depressed, and I knew if I asked for help brainstorming.how to move and where to move, they would just discourage it like they always have.

I'm sorry for bothering you all. I don't really know why I'm sharing. I just wish I could go to mom and dad. During the height of my escaping the abuse, I wrote a poem about it, as silly as it is:

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The whole world

could stand by my side,

defend me with everything,

protect me so lovingly.

But you did not.

The world didn’t matter.

I want you.

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Thank you for reading.

I have no idea where to get quality advice. I am sorry if this is not allowed, and feel free to delete. TW abound for diet stuff, because I am not sure if I can talk about this correctly.

Basically, after my doctor has been pushing glp-1s for well over a year, I finally caved and took a month prescription. I took the first one yesterday, and every single diet-brain disordered thought I had worked so hard in the last 5 years to get rid of came rushing back. I even had to buy a mountain of cookies and chocolate just to get my brain to stop obsessing, which sort of worked? For me the restriction usually triggers the bad thoughts, so forcing myself not to restrict usually helps combat them.

Anyway, I don't even know of GLP-1s are healthy for me with how torturous the thoughts were yesterday. I could not think of anything but food all day yesterday, and it had nothing to do with the actual drug and everything to do with what it represented.

My doctor is useless when it comes to advice. When I asked if taking a GLP-1 would be bad because sometimes I can't eat, he basically accused me of lying because I had gained weight. I have a therapist, but I won't see her for a while.

Any advice, support, etc is appreciated. I am really overwhelmed and don't know where to go for help.

Hello yall! This is such an awesome community!

I have chronic fatigue due to PTSD/Long covid/something (I have no idea the actual cause, because things all kind of happened around the same time). That means sometimes it feels impossible to do all but the tiniest amount of cleaning (unload five dishes from the dishwasher and then need to sit down levels of tiny).

Does anyone have tips for episodes like that? I know I can't really make a dent in mess when I'm that way, but how can I at least not make it worse?

So this is all rather embarrassing. I have had a bad ptsd/depression episode that has left me unable to shower regularly. I am supposed to have a gyno appointment today, and I am thinking about just calling out sick since I can't seem to bring myself to shower. Should I do that? I don't want to he a bother to my gyno because I am gross, and when I look into it the consensus seems to be that going to the gyno without being clean is a pretty rotten thing to do.

Thanks in advance.

I need tips to traumatize a group of people back…

In my city, there’s a small group of Christian whackos who go to any and all public events with their megaphones and scream fire and brimstone, call people names, call women whores, etc….you get the idea. These are primarily family events where there are many with small kids.

I already have an ultra loud, amplified megaphone. I’ve got some loud portable speakers. What can I do, legally, to really get under their skin in a way that:

1 - makes them look even more ridiculous than they already make themselves look?

2 - keep it family friendly?

I’m a big dude and, as such, not afraid of physical intimidation. I live in a stand your ground state, so I’m in my right to defend myself from any physical assault.

One thought I had was to get a donation jar with price list on it that outlines how much and to which nonprofit organization I’ll donate to for each time they threaten someone with eternal damnation, say a prayer in public, etc.

Any input is welcome and appreciated!

Religious trauma has been hitting really hard recently, so I thought I'd ask for anyone to share any silly, lighthearted stories to share.

I'll start:

1. When I was a teenager we went to a very small home church, where half the congregation had some sort of gluten intolerance. So my mom (who was tasked with getting the elements for the lord's supper) bought some gluten free crackers. We realized a bit too late they were garlic crackers. Very garlicy!

2. When I was a teen we went to Utah so we could go door to door sharing the good news of Jesus Christ to the Mormans. I didn't realize the irony until explaining it to someone years later.