I Lost 41 Pounds on Zepbound. My Arms Still Look Like My Grandmother’s. Here’s What I Wasn’t Told
You did the hard part. You stuck the needle in every week. You white-knuckled through the nausea. You watched the number drop, and drop, and keep dropping, and somewhere around pound thirty you let yourself believe the thing you’d wanted to believe for years: this is finally working. And then you’re standing in a fitting…