I’ve had 52 shots of once-a-week injections of them tirzeps (tirzepatide/mounjaro) for me as of Saturday morning. The first 8 were 2.5mg baby shots but then I graduated to the big boy dosing of 5.0mg and I’ve been rolling with it ever since. Here are some before/after numbers:
| 3/14/2025 | 3//7/2026 | |
| weight | 172.0 | 145.6 |
| a1c | 12.3 | 5.3 |
| glucose | 248 | 94 |
| belly | 40.50″ | 33.25″ |
| cholesterol | 236 | 104 |
| triglycerides | 375 | 101 |
I’ve lost 27 pounds from a combination of drugs, not eating, and hard work (only the first two). I’ve been stuck at 145 pounds for 4 months now but since me taking these sweet, sweet drugs are primarily to manage my blood sugar I’m happy with it. If anyone has any questions about please ask away.
Nausea comes and goes but overall can’t be too mad with looking fabulous. Or at least skinnier than fat Bee. I can’t believe y’all let me walk around looking like that.
Could I work out and watch what I eat to lose more weight and not be obese? Yes.
Will I?
Hell nah.
Actually yeah I’m aiming to lose another 6 pounds to be officially “normal” BMI which is crazy ‘cause I haven’t seen that since like 2005. It should be on a milk carton somewhere. Or maybe Silk carton since lactose worse tose.
139 or bust.
June 31, 2026 book it.
Since moving to Houston, I’ve not been back home to actually see people besides my cousins that often so when I run into people they’re always torn between the two comments: “damn, you’ve lost a bunch of weight! You running or GORUCKing hardcore?” lol hell nah
or
“Heard you got a bunch of kids.”
Hell nah they got a bunch of Bee Yang.
Short shorts?
Drunk?
Shirtless?
YES.
Speaking of the Wards I’ve got 3 complaints:
- so many, many, many fucking CUPS. Like bro they are getting 2 cups and a water jug for school and that’s it. 9 cups for 4 kids the other day.
- Dehydration. Never in my life have I met anyone more worried about dehydration until these guys moved in. Like you sit in the a/c all day you will probably be OK.
- It’s loud. It used to be me and my farts. Now it’s random fucking screaming or yelling at night. Or the ice machine at 5:40 in the morning. 7:05 in the morning. 7:30 in the morning.
Fuckers.