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Freedom. From Food Noise
I was just re-reading Chapter 1 of Jay Campbell’s new book Metabolic Awakening with GLP-1 Peptides. He writes about the moment he took his first shot of Semaglutide and realized — for the first time — what it actually feels like to have your appetite just… disappear. And how that single experience gave him empathy for every person whose biology has been working against them their entire life. Reading that unlocked something in me. So I’m going to share this with you — because I’m pretty sure many of you will understand. My whole life, FOOD was a struggle. A comfort, an enemy, a constant thought. I was a fierce little girl — outspoken, happy, energetic, and fit. But looking back at photos, I see a shift around 7 or 8 years old. I became chubby, and honestly had a pretty unhappy childhood. Food was my comfort. I was lonely. We moved constantly — single working mom, absent dad, no extended family nearby. I never got to establish real roots. I was bullied frequently, always the “new girl,” a total latchkey kid coming home to an empty house. My mom did her absolute best, raising two kids without any support. But looking back… it was rough. Food was usually there, though. (Healthy? Absolutely not.) Not cooked and enjoyed over family dinners — more like last-minute pizzas, fast food, and frozen meals. And cafeteria food in the 90s was slushies, pizza, and mac n’ cheese. IYKYK. 🤣 Eating because I didn’t know what else to do with how I was feeling. In middle school, crying in dressing rooms trying to wear the latest trends, while my gorgeous, fit mom tried to console me — and coach me — at the same time. I got my dad’s Italian genes. Thanks, Dad. 😂 Then high school happened. My friend group grew as I began to… blossom. I started noticing curves. Boys started paying attention. A little confidence crept in. And something shifted — but not in a healthy way. Food went from being my comfort to my complete ENEMY. Restricting. Binging. Purging.
Freedom. From Food Noise
1 like • Mar 2
This is a really beautiful share. My own journey with my body was that I grew up in environments where thick was celebrated so I never had the desire to be skinny and happened to live in a household where we were a struggling little family with two full-time hard-working, exhausted parents and two younger brothers that needed more food than I did so I rarely ate leftovers of the boxed meal dinners or Taco Bell payday nights out that were our weekly traditions so I stayed fairly “healthy” in weight but definitely had no connection to real food or exercise for health. When I became an adult and started supporting myself I went crazy eating any and everything. The gym and movement were sloppy and sporadic because it wasn’t a base of my social group especially my relationship of my 20s where we were young and immature leading to toxicity but food was the spot of connection. We ate. A lot. And I gained. A lot. After that relationship ended, I would have ups and downs in the moments of discipline but food chatter ALWAYS won-out. It was the dopamine offering that made me feel safe inside of chaos. In my mid-40s I was blessed to enter the high protein/low carb arena and, for the first time, I was able to impact my inflammation quickly and while feeling full. And it felt so good. 55 pounds down with ease in a year and a half and within a community where dopamine hits were fed as all my closest friends did it together. And I was able to eat as much as I wanted but in a specific way? Lean, lean, balanced protein. It was such a powerful experience. And then something shifted in the midst of COVID and suddenly weight gain kept coming and coming alongside a ton of other symptoms. Perimenopause had arrived, but I also know now that my body didn't have the capacity to fully heal from having COVID, so pile these on top of each other and I was the perfect storm for collapse. Confused AF. Scared AF. Exhausted AF. I felt trapped with no way out and the support I was accessing was adding to the collapse because it just wasn't the place I was meant to get support.
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