(Sol Cotti for The Washington Post)

Opinion I lost 40 pounds on Ozempic. But I’m left with even more questions.

“Well, if I gave it to you, you’d be the thinnest person I’ve ever prescribed it for.”

Thinnest was not a word I was accustomed to hearing in a sentence about me. I wasn’t fat, exactly, but I was awfully close — at 5 feet and 152 pounds, my body mass index was 29.7, just shy of the 30 that is considered obese.

More to the point, when I emailed my doctor on that day in October 2021, I was miserable. My clothes didn’t fit. Looking at myself in photos — on the unfortunate occasions when I was caught on camera — was painful. There were more than a few “fat pig” comments from readers, and while I pretended to shrug them off, those words hurt. The “slug” for this essay — what it’s called in The Post’s internal system — is “fat columnist,” but that suggests a level of breezy self-acceptance that I never actually attained.

I had been a skinny child. But Mrs. Whitman, my middle school home economics teacher — this was back in the day — was prescient when she caught me sneaking chocolate chips from the supply cabinet and warned that this kind of eating would one day catch up with me. It did. Puberty wasn’t kind to me, pregnancy was bad and menopause even worse.

Weight was a chronic issue but, for the most part, not an urgent one: I was always heavier than I wanted to be, but when I put my mind to it, I could shed enough pounds to look better — for a while. They say you always remember your first time, and I will never forget the slap-in-the-face sting of a 10th-grade boyfriend who offered, in response to what I had intended as a joking inquiry, “Everyone knows you could stand to lose a few pounds.” This was the day I became a person who worried about her weight, but his cutting remark wasn’t the last.

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Over the years, I tried a little hypnosis and a lot of grapefruit. I attempted Scarsdale and SlimFast, counted calories and cut carbs. At college, I packed on the freshman 15, then lost it. I was thin — or thin enough — when I met my husband a dozen years later, and thin enough at our wedding. When children arrived, so did the extra pounds and, like them, stuck around. WeightWatchers, with its sensible, balanced approach to diet, helped peel them off (the pounds, not the kids) — and then, after the scale inevitably crept back up, lose those same pounds again. Setting up shop at the kitchen table for remote work during the pandemic didn’t help.

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