Mounjaro
Here me out.
As a 38-year-old man living with Diabetes for almost a decade, I get tired easily.
As much as I want to blame my bad genes, the truth is I’ve never been an active person.
When I was growing up, there was no couch at our house, but we did have a black-and-white Aiwa TV. As a single child with a lack of imagination, the idiot box was both a friend and a foe.
Appa tried unique ways to get me to build an active lifestyle, but it never worked.
When I moved out of my parents’ house and started living on my own after the marriage, I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. I’ve since consulted with 5+ doctors, prematurely left a diabetes freedom program, and tried many medicines, including insulin.
From that point, as with most things in life, I realized there was no manual for living with diabetes. Instead, there was an endless stream of warnings about possible consequences. Almost everyone had a home remedy they swore by. Meanwhile, suggestions for starting morning walks never get old.
It's challenging to live with people who have diabetes, especially those with poor control and impulsive eating habits. We get hungry every few hours, lack the energy for daily tasks, and drink a lot of water. Diabetes is so common in India that it's often not taken seriously until severe complications like amputation occur.
You get the gist. It is bad.
Months ago, when I first read about the magic drugs Ozempic and Mounjaro, I thought they were for showbiz people. I learned about the Ozempic face and convinced myself these new treatments weren’t for me. I had accepted myself the way I was. Body positivity and all that jazz.
The results were too hard to believe. It did not feel right to have a miracle drug that would cure diabetes and give you your life back. How can it be true? Shouldn’t it be hard? Shouldn’t you fail a thousand times and succeed only when you are on the verge of giving up?
But as time passed, the doctors I consulted in the past six months all started recommending the drug. Initially, I was suspicious: the injections cost 10K+ a month! Maybe doctors were getting heavy commissions from the Pharma companies to push the product. Still, I refused the first doctor’s offer and tried to continue living with poor diabetic control.
Until I couldn’t say no anymore.
Earlier this week, I took my first 2.5mg dose of Mounjaro.
IT is a MIRACLE drug.
Not feeling constant hunger, thirst, or fatigue is truly liberating.
I know it might not sound like a big deal, but for our bodies to tell us that we are enough and don’t need to keep feeding it is an unfamiliar feeling.
I know there will be second-order effects. I’ve snoozed the thinking about it; the consequences can wait. Experiencing a non-diabetic life, even for a brief moment, is a victory. We will pick up the fight some other day. For now, let me bask in the glory of science.