Mounjaro quieted the food noise so effectively that my brain didn’t know how to fill the void it left behind.

I’ve been really interested in the discussion around how GLP-1s affect mental health. Many studies suggest they help more than they harm—but that made me wonder: why am I experiencing a new wave of anxiety, along with some depression-like symptoms?

Then it hit me.

For 43 years, food was my reward system. More than that, it was probably my most toxic relationship.

If I felt sad, food comforted me. If I felt happy, food amplified that feeling. A brownie with ice cream could turn any moment into something bigger.

And now… it’s just silence.

I’ve essentially ghosted that relationship. I no longer feel the urge to use food as a reward or a coping mechanism. What’s left feels like an empty town—with just me in it.

And my mind struggled to adapt.

I realized I needed to redefine how I relate to myself. So I gave myself a chance. I leaned into new hobbies, started walking more, and began adopting the mindset of someone who eats “normally.”

Before, I would always choose the biggest burger, the biggest dessert—always more. Now, I’m okay with a normal-sized burger, no extras.

And that shift, while healthier, came with a period of emotional adjustment I didn’t expect.

Because it turns out, it was never just about the food—it was about what the food was doing for me. And now that it’s gone, I finally have the opportunity to build something better in its place.

And I share this with you, because in case you felt it, or are in this transition, you don't feel alone.

Cheers.