The Tirzepatide Diaries — Entry Two: My Brain Is Hungry, My Stomach Isn’t

Absolutely. I’d update it rather than simply swapping the number, because another week has passed and 204.4 changes the perspective a little. You’re now 9.6 pounds down from your July 29 starting weight of 214.

September 18, 2026

I weighed 204.4 pounds this morning.

I started this journey on July 29 at 214 pounds, so I’m now 9.6 pounds down. I’m getting really close to that first 10 pounds.

The scale is moving. I can see that part clearly.

But this part of the journey has been a little tougher than I expected, just not in the way I thought it would be.

I hear so much about people getting sick on these shots. The nausea, stomach problems, just feeling awful. That really hasn’t been my experience. I don’t get sick from the medicine.

My struggle has been different.

My brain tells me I’m hungry. My stomach doesn’t want to eat.

And that is such a weird feeling.

There are times when my brain is saying, You’re hungry. Go find something to eat. Maybe it’s habit. Maybe it’s because it’s lunchtime. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent 52 years knowing what hungry is supposed to feel like.

But then I actually think about eating something, and my stomach basically says, Nope. Not interested.

It feels like this little fight for control between my brain and my body.

I’m starting to realize there really is a difference between wanting to eat and being physically hungry. I don’t think I understood how much those two things were connected until suddenly they weren’t.

Of course, regular life hasn’t exactly slowed down while I’m figuring all of this out.

My air conditioning went out in my apartment, which made several days miserable. I finally have temporary units in the front and back, but Mississippi heat with no proper A/C will wear you down pretty quickly.

I’ve also been incredibly thirsty. I feel like I am constantly drinking something, and if I don’t drink enough, my body lets me know pretty quickly.

My energy has been up and down too.

But that’s where documenting this gets complicated.

I don’t know what belongs to the medicine and what is simply life.

Is my energy off because of the shot?

The heat?

Work?

Dance practice?

Running around doing everything else I normally do?

Or am I just tired because sometimes life is tiring?

Probably a little bit of everything.

Then there’s another part that messes with your head.

I’m almost 10 pounds down, but when I look at myself, I don’t really see it yet.

The scale says it’s happening.

214. 209.8. 206. And now 204.4.

Those numbers are real.

But I can look in the mirror and still see basically the same person looking back at me. There’s no dramatic transformation. No walking past the mirror and suddenly thinking, Whoa, there it is.

Maybe we’re always the last ones to see the changes in ourselves. Maybe my body needs more time. Or maybe my brain hasn’t caught up with the scale yet either.

And strangely, that seems to be the theme of this part of my journey.

My stomach is changing faster than my brain understands.

The scale is changing faster than my eyes can see.

And I’m somewhere in the middle, trying to figure all of it out.

So no dramatic before-and-after story from me yet.

Just 204.4 pounds. Almost 10 pounds down. A very thirsty woman with a confused appetite, unpredictable energy, work, dance practice, and regular life still happening around all of it.

That’s where I am today.

And honestly, maybe learning what’s happening inside my head is going to be just as much a part of this journey as losing the weight.