My husband is on Mounjaro and doing well. He asked me to join him, but I said no.

"My husband walked into our house, and I heard a bag rustle. He was home from his doctor's appointment and held up a white pharmacy package in front of me. "Hi, pretty, guess what I need to take? Mounjaro," he said, looking amused. He put the white box down on the coffee table. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to inspect or open it."

"At 9 years old, my mother left my sister and me for months to lose weight. She spent most of her savings on a residential weight loss program in North Carolina. Mom was given housing, exercise, and physician-created meals. She did well and lost 75 pounds. Back home, my dad or brother would take us out to eat. Pizza and diners replaced my mom's cooking. I was thin and never gave much thought to diets. Quickly, our Saturday night treats became daily outings."

My husband was prescribed Monjaro to manage his A1C and heart concerns, needing to lose about 35 pounds for a normal BMI. He suggested I also try a GLP-1 medication even though I feared side effects and had lifelong struggles with food. I needed about 65 pounds to reach a normal BMI. My mother previously left to join a residential weight-loss program, later returning to family eating patterns that fostered weight gain. My husband proposed we try the medication together, and I began cooking healthier meals; both of us subsequently lost double-digit weight.

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