Taking a weight-loss jab has destroyed Christmas: Yes, I've shed a stone, says CLAUDIA CONNELL... but I didn't expect this unforeseen consequence
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Christmas is coming and, ordinarily, this rather greedy writer would be getting fat. It has always been something of a tradition that I start drinking my bodyweight in Baileys from mid-November. Who cares that, due to the size of the measures I pour, my favourite tipple is more calorific than a Big Mac? It's Christmas! And, by now I'd expect to be at least four packs down on the mince pie front.
![[Claudia has been taking Mounjaro since October and has dropped a stone and can fit in her size 14 jeans again]](https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1s/2024/12/22/18/93406317-14219223-image-m-4_1734890722333.jpg)
It's also around this time that I've usually munched my way through the selection packs I buy for my nieces and nephews. Then I replace them, and then I eat them again. Every year I swear I'll find some self-control and every year my willpower collapses like one of those annoying 'longways' cards your Aunty Barbara always sends you.
During one particularly low moment I ate all the sweets in the Percy Pig advent calendar I had bought for my then five-year-old niece who was eagerly looking forward to receiving it in the post. When I went to replace it, they'd all sold out, so I lied and said I had sent it and the naughty postman must have lost it.
I simply love food and the festive season has always taken that love to the next level. But Christmas 2024 is proving very different. My litre bottle of Baileys is still in my cupboard unopened. The very thought of drinking something so thick, creamy and rich is, frankly, a little stomach-churning.
