In August, as I prepared to plunge the first syringe of a new weight-loss “wonder drug” into the fatty tissue in my upper thigh, I wondered: What would it feel like to stop being hungry?
Since then I’ve lost 40 pounds.
This week, I injected the last dose I felt I could afford, and now I’m wondering: What happens when I go back to wanting to eat normally again?
Hunger had, in many ways, come to define so much about my life.
I weighed in at 233 pounds, up about 50 pounds from my low.
Persons:
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