And listen, at first, I didn’t care.<\/p>\n
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‘It used to be simple. You’d meet someone, go on a date, share a pizza and a bottle of red, then end the night tangled in the sheets – half-naked, giggling, tipsy and full of carbs,’ writes Jana<\/p>\n
In fact, I too was one of the many women in Sydney’s eastern suburbs anxiously looking for a dodgy doctor to give me a prescription \u2013 before realising that it also turns you off alcohol, and no one takes away my joy of a Friday night Martini. No one.<\/p>\n
And it really doesn’t bother me what people put into their bodies or how they lose weight.<\/p>\n
But then something started happening.<\/p>\n
My dates stopped eating. Men started cancelling dinner plans because ‘food is a bit much right now’. A friend told me he’d ‘rather walk into traffic than eat a croissant’.<\/p>\n
I think that was the first time I genuinely feared for society.<\/p>\n
So, I asked my loyal and outspoken social media followers: Are you dating someone on Ozempic? Or are you on Ozempic and trying to date? Tell me everything.<\/p>\n
The responses rolled in like customers swarming an all-you-can-eat buffet.<\/p>\n
A story from one woman sent chills down my spine…\u00a0<\/p>\n
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One woman told Jana she thought her husband was cheating when his sex drive ‘completely vanished’ (stock image posed by model)<\/p>\n
‘We’d been flirting for weeks. He finally asked me out. I got dolled up, did an “everything” shower (shaved, exfoliated, hair mask) and even wore heels. We went to a wine bar and he said, “I’m not drinking or eating; I’m on Ozempic.”\u00a0<\/p>\n
‘We sat there while I nervously tucked into a steak and he stared at me like I was committing a hate crime.’<\/p>\n
A shattered wife told me:\u00a0<\/p>\n
‘I thought my husband was cheating. His sex drive had completely vanished. I checked his phone, looked for condoms – nothing. Then I found the pen in his gym bag. When I asked him about it, he just shrugged and said, “Yeah, I don’t think about sex anymore”.<\/p>\n
‘I said, “Cool, shall I just marry a houseplant instead then?” After a raging fight he eventually came off it and our sex life resumed, but it was touch and go there for a while.’<\/p>\n
One friend sent me a voice note that could only be described as a full-blown foodie meltdown:\u00a0<\/p>\n
‘The next f**king person who invites me to lunch or dinner and says they’re full after looking at a salad, I’ll f**king kill them. Can people just f**king eat? No wonder restaurants are closing; half of Sydney is on Ozempic or coke.’\u00a0<\/p>\n
He’s a passionate cook and hospitality veteran, and seriously, he’s not wrong. The city is full, it seems, of hot people with hollow stomachs and a fear of food.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The next one left me with me a little traumatised, not because of the Ozempic use itself, but because the man telling the story didn’t seem to realise he was the bad guy.<\/p>\n
‘I got Ozempic for my wife.<\/p>\n
‘She was a size 6\u20138 but obsessed about her weight and figure. I went to my doctor and asked for it. I’m 44 and 107kg. Back in the day, I used to be a competitive swimmer with four per cent body fat. But I digress\u2026’<\/p>\n
He told me he did bloodwork and a thyroid scan – where they even hinted at a cancer risk – before the script was handed over. And despite all that, he went ahead with it, getting the script under his name, while letting his skinny wife use the jabs.<\/p>\n
‘I’ve been jabbing her for six months now.<\/p>\n
‘But our time together is now more about Ozempic and intimacy. It’s demoralising when a prescription drug becomes more important than your marriage.<\/p>\n
‘I find it interesting that people who don’t need it are consuming it the most.’<\/p>\n
Sorry, buddy. You’re the one who fraudulently sourced it, got the prescription and are sticking the needle in your girlfriend.\u00a0If we’re pointing fingers here, start with the ones holding the syringe.<\/p>\n
Another woman confessed:\u00a0<\/p>\n
‘I lost ten kilos and my will to live.<\/p>\n
‘I used to love long lunches and Sunday morning sex with my husband. Now I just go to the gym and avoid eye contact. My abs look great but my soul is dead.’<\/p>\n
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‘I used to love long lunches and Sunday morning sex with my husband. Now I just go to the gym and avoid eye contact. My abs look great but my soul is dead.’ (Stock image posed by models)\u00a0<\/p>\n
This is the thing no one tells you about the new ‘hot people drug’. It makes you thin, yes, but it also can make you tired, moody, nauseous and – sometimes – sexless.<\/p>\n
It’s the human version of putting yourself on low battery mode. You look good. But everything else is\u2026 dim.<\/p>\n
And listen, as a child of the 90s ‘heroin chic’ era, I get it. The pressure to be thin – especially for women – is exhausting. We’re praised for shrinking, congratulated for choosing the salad, told we’re ‘glowing’ when, actually, we’re hungry and furious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hang my head in shame as I remember remarking to a friend just last week, ‘You look so skinny!’ as I grabbed her waist. It was the highest compliment, but it shouldn’t have been.<\/p>\n
But when the collective libido of a city starts drying up faster than a vodka martini, we need to have a long, hard look at ourselves.<\/p>\n
Because maybe, just maybe, the answer to happiness isn’t six-pack abs and a resting heart rate of 55. Maybe it’s cheese. Or sex. Or staying out late and ordering dessert.<\/p>\n
Ozempic might be the hottest accessory of the season. But from where I’m sitting, the side effects include a complete collapse of romance and joy.<\/p>\n
And that’s just too high a price to pay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"It used to be so simple. You’d meet someone, go on a date, order a pizza, share a…\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":155400,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4315],"tags":[92,368,105,4326,370,1862,16,15],"class_list":{"0":"post-155399","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-medication","8":"tag-dailymail","9":"tag-femail","10":"tag-health","11":"tag-medication","12":"tag-ozempic","13":"tag-sydney","14":"tag-uk","15":"tag-united-kingdom"},"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"https:\/\/pubeurope.com\/@uk\/114620722252262905","error":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/155399","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=155399"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/155399\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/155400"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=155399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=155399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=155399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}