On January 25, 2026, I turned 60. My dad died at 59. Two days later, I stood on my doctor’s scale and saw the same number it had shown for years.
I asked him straight out whether I should take a GLP-1.
40 Pounds Later is what happened next. The four fears that almost talked me out of it. What it costs when insurance says no. The first shot, and the five-second countdown that gets me through every one. And eight months of ordinary weeks.
It’s one man’s experience, told straight, with a few laughs in it.
