Glenda Holloway Facebook ad: “I almost didn't post this. It feels incredibly vulnerable.”

About this ad

Meta Ad Library ID

1165476838910201

Platforms

Facebook, Instagram, Audience Network, Messenger and Threads

Relaunches

1

Niche

Supplements & Wellness

How we count

Ad text

I almost didn't post this. It feels incredibly vulnerable. But I keep thinking if just one other woman sees this and feels less alone, then it’s worth it. The photo on the left is from the day my doctor said four words that made me leave her office, walk to my car, and just sit there for forty five minutes without moving. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t screaming. I was just… empty. Because I didn’t know where else to go. Let me back up. My name is Glenda. I’m 56 years old. And for 28 years, ever since my second son was born, I have been at war with my own body. Twenty eight years. That’s not a typo. More than half my adult life spent trying, failing, trying again, and failing harder. I’ve done Weight Watchers three separate times. I did keto until my hair started falling out. I did the cabbage soup diet in 2004 and lost eleven pounds in two weeks and gained back fourteen by Christmas. I’ve done Nutrisystem. I’ve done intermittent fasting. I’ve done calorie counting with a little food scale on my kitchen counter that my husband politely pretended not to notice. Every single time, the same heartbreaking cycle would repeat. I’d lose a little weight. I’d feel a flicker of hope. Real, dangerous hope. The kind that makes you start looking at clothes you haven’t worn in years. The kind that makes you think maybe, just maybe, this time will be the one that finally works. And then the cravings would come back. Not hunger. Hunger is physical. Hunger I can handle. This was something else entirely. It’s a voice in your head that never, ever stops talking about food. It’s thinking about dinner while you’re still eating lunch. It’s lying in bed at 11pm, knowing there’s leftover lasagna in the fridge, and not being able to think about anything else until you get up and eat it cold from the container. It’s standing in front of the pantry at 3pm with no memory of even walking into the kitchen. They call it “food noise” online. And until you’ve lived with it, you cannot understand how loud it is. It’s like having a radio playing in your head 24 hours a day, and the only station it picks up is food. It’s exhausting. It makes you feel weak. It makes you feel like a failure. For years, I thought it was my fault. A lack of willpower. A moral failing. That’s what every diet program tells you, right? Try harder. Be better. Just say no. But then, a few months ago, I started hearing whispers about a new kind of medication. You’ve probably heard of them too. The injections. The ones all the celebrities are taking. Suddenly, the news was everywhere. Science had supposedly found a “switch” to turn off the food noise. A hormone called GLP-1. For the first time, I felt a different kind of hope. Not diet hope. Medical hope. The idea that maybe, after all these years, it wasn’t about willpower at all. Maybe it was about biology. A broken signal in my brain. I made an appointment with Dr. Reeves, my primary care doctor for the last nine years. She knew my struggle. She’d seen me cry in her office more than once. I walked in with a folder full of printed articles. I had my BMI calculated. I had my list of health problems ready. High blood pressure. Pre-diabetic. Sleep apnea. Chronic joint pain in both knees. I was ready. I was going to advocate for myself. I was going to finally get the help I needed. She listened. She nodded. She looked at my chart. She was so kind and patient. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t glance at the clock. She just listened. And then she said the four words that broke me. “You are not a candidate.” I just stared at her. My folder felt so stupid in my hands. She kept talking, her voice full of genuine sympathy. Something about my thyroid history. My Hashimoto’s disease. The nodules they’d been monitoring for years. She explained that for people like me, the new miracle drugs like 0zempic and M*unjaro, made by companies like Eli L*lly and Nov0 Nordisk, came with a serious FDA warning. A risk of a specific, rare type of thyroid cancer. “I’m so sorry, Glenda,” she said. “The risk is just too high. It’s a contraindication.” I don’t remember walking out of the office. I just remember sitting in my car in the parking lot for forty five minutes. Staring at the steering wheel. Empty. Because here’s what nobody tells you. Being told “no” isn’t just a rejection. It’s a door slamming shut on the only real hope you’ve had in decades. It’s watching everyone else get the miracle, reading their transformation stories, hearing your coworker talk about how the food noise just… stopped. And knowing that door is locked for you. Permanently. That night, I went on Facebook and typed “can’t take 0zempic thyroid” into the search bar. And I found a group. A private group with thousands of women. All of us with the same story. Thyroid problems. History of pancreatitis. Gallbladder issues. Family history of rare cancers. We were all members of a club nobody wants to be in. The Medically Disqualified Club. I spent weeks in that group, reading stories that mirrored my own. It helped, but it also felt like we were all just commiserating in a locked room. And then one night, I saw a comment that was different. A woman named Patricia wrote about a researcher who was studying *why* the GLP-1 drugs worked. He believed there was a way to get the body to produce more of its own GLP-1 naturally, without a synthetic injection. Without the risks. She said he’d found that certain plant compounds, things like Berberine and Green Coffee Bean extract, could gently stimulate the body’s own L-cells. Not a flood of synthetic hormones, but more like turning up a dimmer switch that had been turned way down. And he’d found a way to deliver these compounds through a simple skin patch, bypassing the stomach and avoiding all the nasty side effects people complain about. Most importantly for women like me… no thyroid risk. Because it wasn’t a synthetic drug. It was helping your body help itself. The company was called Lipovia. I was skeptical. Of course I was. The diet industry has taken thousands of dollars from me over the years. But Patricia had posted her results. Week by week. And other women were confirming it. Not miracle stories. Real stories. Gradual progress. The kind of results that actually sound true. And they had a 60-day money-back guarantee. I thought about it for two days. Then I ordered a one-month supply. It was about twenty dollars. Less than a single copay for a specialist who would tell me to just “eat less.” The patch arrived on a Thursday. I put it on Friday morning. ✅ Week 1: The food noise got quieter. Not gone. But quieter. Like someone turned the volume down from a 10 to a 6. I ate my meals and I didn’t think about food between them. I stepped on the scale Sunday morning. Down 3 pounds. I told myself it was water weight. I refused to hope. ✅ Week 2: The volume dropped to a 3. I walked past the pantry at 3pm and just… kept walking. I didn’t even realize it until later that night. I lost another 4 pounds. My husband noticed. He didn’t say anything, but I saw the way he looked at me. ✅ Week 3: I put on a pair of black pants I hadn’t worn since 2022. They zipped. I stood in front of the mirror and I just… breathed. I lost 3 more pounds. But it wasn’t the number. It was the silence. The beautiful, peaceful silence in my head. ✅ Week 4: Down 14 pounds total. My knees hurt less. My energy was different. Not jittery, not caffeinated. Just… steady. I felt like a person again. Not a person fighting a war. Just a person. I’m on month three now. I’ve lost 31 pounds. My blood pressure is down. My A1C dropped from 5.9 to 5.4. At my last checkup, Dr. Reeves looked at my chart, then looked at me, and said, “Whatever you are doing, Glenda, keep going. This is working.” That meant more to me than the number on the scale. If you’re reading this and you’ve been told no. If you’re in the Medically Disqualified Club. If you’re sitting in your car in some parking lot wondering what you’re supposed to do now… Please hear me. You are not out of options. The door they locked is not the only door. There is another way in. A gentler way. A way that works with your body instead of overriding it. Lipovia is running a special right now. It’s about $20 for a month’s supply. And you get 60 days to try it. If it doesn’t work for you, you get every penny back. You have nothing to lose except the weight and the noise. Take the quiz on their site. See if it’s right for you. https://quiz.lipoviapatches.com/q1v102meta

Where the ad sends people

quiz.lipoviapatches.com

I almost didn't post this. It feels incredibly vulnerable.

Quiz is powered by an algorithm built in cooperation with researchers from Harvard Medical School and Stanford Medical School.