Scale’s been stubborn this week, but I had a moment yesterday that reminded me why this journey is worth it, and why celebrating the non scale victories is important. Went clothes shopping. For the first time in a long time, I could walk into most stores and things actually fit. Picked up a large, and it worked. But the bit that got me — I stood there and thought about whether I liked it. The colour, the cut, whether it suited me. Old me didn’t get to do that. Old me just bought whatever fit and left quickly. I didn’t need the scale to move to feel like something shifted yesterday.

Fridays used to mean one thing for me. Switch off. Overdo it. Start again Monday. That cycle kept me stuck for years. Now it’s different. Not perfect, just different. The weekend isn’t something I “survive” anymore. It’s something I plan for. Because let’s be honest, this is where most people lose momentum. Routines go out the window. Food, drinks, late nights, everything stacks up. Then Monday comes with guilt and you feel like you’re back at square one. You’re not. But you do need a bit of awareness going into it. So here’s how I approach weekends now: I don’t aim for perfection. I aim for control. If I’m going out, I know in advance what I’m doing. I’m not making decisions in the moment when willpower is low. I keep one or two non-negotiables. For me that’s movement and not completely losing the head with food. And most importantly, I don’t let one decision turn into a full weekend write-off. That “ah sure it’s the weekend” mindset is what keeps people stuck. You can enjoy your weekend and still move forward. It doesn’t have to be one or the other. So quick check in: What’s one thing you’re committing to this weekend that keeps you on track? Let me know.

12 stone down and this is the first time I’ve ever been comfortable enough to show photos like this. Not because everything is perfect. It’s not. The loose skin on my stomach bothers me. I won’t pretend it doesn’t. Some days it’s the first thing I see. But I’d take this over where I was… every single time. Because this isn’t just weight loss. It’s getting my life back. Mounjaro helped me massively. Not as a magic fix, but as a tool that gave me control back when I didn’t have it. The loose skin? That’s part of the process. Maybe I’ll deal with it down the line. Maybe I won’t. For now, it’s a reminder of what I’ve done. A battle scar I’ve earned. If you’re at the start of this, don’t let the fear of loose skin stop you. That’s a better problem to have than the one I was living with before.