It feels like someone sprinkled sparkles & sunshine on Hilde's food. Food tastes BRIGHTER and more nommy. It could've been the bangin' homemade Chick-fil-A chicken salad, though, 'cause it was perfection. For anyone super observant, you'll notice that the Mr. Tummus character has changed to Mrs. Tummus (aka Tum-Tum or various other nicknames). This is, after all, mostly a blog for and about women, so there you have it. That's enough reason to shift it. Let Hilde know if y

Hilde decided to make her own little cartoon symptom tracker to keep tabs on her GLP-1 adventure. The way some people talk though, she expected to be drawing copious amounts dookies, stinky booty-tooties, and flaming burps. Turns out it was a whole lot calmer than that.