Day 2: The Day After My First Retatrutide Injection.

Stats (for the sake of science, or at least consistency):

• Morning weight: 124.8 lbs

• Baseline activity: ~1 hr moderate cardio (kickboxing) + heavy-ish strength training

• Random activity: 40-minute walk, 30-minute sauna/cold plunge

• Calories: 1,950 (I normally hover around 2,100)

Last night I had one of those vivid, cinematic dreams, the kind that yank you awake before your alarm has the chance. In this one, I was hexed and literally couldn’t speak unless I confessed every secret I’ve ever tucked away. It’s probably unrelated to starting peptides. Although, the “keeping secrets” part hits a little too close for someone who has told zero people what she’s doing.

This morning I stepped on the scale to give myself some kind of baseline. 124.8. The last time I checked, I was definitely over 125, so any shift is probably just water, the scale I am using or my socks. It’s not some miraculous overnight recomposition. Still, I will weigh myself each day.

I went through my normal routine because that’s what keeps me grounded: I meditate, exercise (today’s at-home workout was kickboxing and weights) and meal prep before anyone else is up. I kept waiting for some sudden magical leveling-up of energy or a dramatic drop in hunger, but everything felt normal. Almost disappointingly normal. Hunger, same. Energy, same. Work, parenting, life, check, check, check.

And emotionally? A mix. Part curiosity, part low-grade guilt for doing something “experimental” without telling anyone, part excitement at the possibility that something might change. Day 1 feels like the pause before a story starts, when you’re not sure yet if it’s going to be a comedy, a drama, or a cautionary tale.

For now, I’m just observing. Collecting numbers. Noticing feelings. Trying not to overthink the dream where I had to spill all my secrets.