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I've been doing Weight Watchers for two years. Tracking every Point. Following the plan to the letter. ZeroPoint foods at every meal. App logged every single day. I've lost nothing. Actually, that's not true. I've gained 15 kilos. While following the plan perfectly. ======== Every Monday morning, I step on my bathroom scale. Same routine. Same dread. Stand there in my knickers, phone in hand, waiting for the number. It goes up. Or it stays the same. It never goes down. I type it into the WW app. Watch the little graph update. Another dot that sits flat or climbs higher while the "goal weight" line mocks me from below. Then I open Connect — the WW members' community. Scroll through the feed. "Down 1.5 kg this week! So happy!" "Just hit my 10% goal! Crying happy tears!" "Three months on plan and I'm down 8 kilos. This program WORKS." Everyone's celebrating. Little heart reactions everywhere. I close the app. Put my phone face-down on the counter. I've been that woman for two years. The one who never posts. The one who reads every success story and feels worse. The one who screenshots her food diary to prove she's not lying to herself. We used to have Workshops. In-person meetings with a Coach and other members. I loved those meetings. They shut them down in November 2024. Moved everything online. Now it's just me and the app. Me and the scale. Me and a feed full of women losing weight while I gain. No Coach to talk to face-to-face. No one to sit next to who might understand. Just my bathroom, my phone, and another number going the wrong direction. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was ill. And it took me two years to find out. ======== Let me tell you what following the plan "perfectly" looked like. Breakfast: Egg white omelette with spinach and tomatoes. ZeroPoint. Lunch: Grilled chicken breast on a bed of mixed greens with cucumber and salsa. ZeroPoint. Dinner: Baked fish with roasted broccoli and black beans. ZeroPoint. Points used: 14 out of 23. Never went over. Barely touched my Weeklies. Activity: Walked 10,000 steps a day. Logged every one in the app. I did this for two years. 104 weigh-ins. 104 Monday mornings of hope turning to humiliation. ======== The hunger was unbearable. I'd eat my "unlimited" ZeroPoint foods until my stomach was physically stretched. Still hungry. I'd drink glasses of water to fill the void. Still hungry. I'd go to bed at 9 PM just to stop thinking about food. Wake up at 2 AM, starving. The plan says you shouldn't feel hungry. "ZeroPoint foods are there for exactly this reason! Eat until you're satisfied!" I was never satisfied. I was never full. I was never not thinking about my next meal. I thought it was weakness. Lack of willpower. Am I just looking for happiness at the bottom of a biscuit tin? It wasn't weakness. My cells were starving. ======== The exhaustion was worse. I'd barely make it through the day. Get the kids sorted for school, come home, and collapse on the couch. Set an alarm so I wouldn't sleep through pickup. Everyone on the WW app was posting their walks, their gym sessions, their "NSVs." Non-scale victories. Energy. Confidence. Fitting into old jeans. I could barely walk to the letterbox without feeling like I'd run a marathon. "You'll have more energy when the weight comes off!" the app articles said. The weight wasn't coming off. And I had no energy to make it happen. I was shattered. Completely and utterly shattered. Not tired. Not sleepy. SHATTERED. The kind of exhaustion where you have to think about whether you have the energy to climb the stairs. The kind where you sit in your car in the Woolies car park for ten minutes because you can't face walking through the shop. The kind where your kids ask why Mummy's always so tired and you don't have an answer. ======== I blamed myself for eighteen months. I must be forgetting something. Not scanning a barcode. Eating too many ZeroPoint foods even though they're "unlimited." I started photographing every meal. Timestamped. Evidence that I wasn't cheating. I stopped using my Weekly Points. Then I cut my dailies to 18. Then 14. Then tried eating nothing but ZeroPoint foods for a full week. I gained weight on an all-ZeroPoint week. GAINED. WEIGHT. EATING. NOTHING. BUT. CHICKEN. BREAST. AND. VEGETABLES. I remember the exact moment I knew something was seriously wrong. Monday weigh-in. I'd had a "perfect" week. ZeroPoint foods only for five days straight. Walked 70,000 steps. Ate so many egg whites I never wanted to see another egg again. Up a kilo. I sat on the edge of the bath and cried for fifteen minutes. Told my husband I had a headache when he asked why my eyes were red. ======== My GP was useless. "Your TSH is 3.2. That's in range. This isn't a thyroid problem." "But I'm following Weight Watchers perfectly and gaining weight." She actually laughed. Not cruelly — sympathetically. Which was worse. "Those programs work if you stick to them properly. Maybe keep a food diary and we can review it next time?" I'd been keeping a food diary for eighteen months. Photos. Timestamps. Point counts. Screenshots from the app. She didn't want to see it. "Try eating a bit less and moving a bit more. And if WW isn't working, maybe try something else. Noom, calorie counting — there are lots of options." I'd tried Noom before Weight Watchers. Tried keto before that. Same result every time. Perfect compliance. Zero loss. No Noom, Weight Watchers, keto, or whatever the latest "fix it" is — none of them worked. The plan wasn't the problem. I was the problem. Or so I thought. ======== I saw three GPs over two years. All three ran bloods. All three said my thyroid was "in range." All three told me to eat less and move more. One suggested I might be "comfort eating without realising it." One asked if I was "being completely honest about what I'm eating?" One — I'll never forget this — said: "Some women just have slower metabolisms as they get older. You might need to accept a higher weight." Accept a higher weight. While starving myself. While eating nothing but lean protein and vegetables. While gaining weight on a plan that works for everyone else. I should just accept it. ======== I asked my GP for a referral to an endocrinologist. She hesitated. "Look, your levels are in range. I'm not sure there's a clinical justification for a specialist referral. Medicare won't cover it without a clear indication." I pushed. She sent the referral. But she made it clear she didn't think it was necessary. Three months. That's how long I waited. Three months on a public hospital waitlist while I kept gaining weight, kept logging into the app with nothing to show for it, kept blaming myself. When the appointment finally came, the endocrinologist spent ten minutes with me. Looked at my bloods. Said they were "in range." Told me to "continue with my current medication and focus on lifestyle factors." Ten minutes. After three months of waiting. For nothing. I drove home and cried. Not sad crying. Angry crying. The kind where you grip the steering wheel so hard your knuckles go white. ======== I didn't give up. I found a private endocrinologist. No waitlist. Out of pocket. $350. Medicare rebate covered about $80 of it. Money I didn't have. Money that should have gone to the kids' school fees. Money I felt guilty about for weeks. But I was desperate. Dr. Williams did something no GP had ever done. He ordered a full thyroid panel. Not just TSH. T3. T4. Free T3. Free T4. Thyroid antibodies. Three days later, he rang me. "Your TSH is 3.2 — technically in range, but on the higher end. Most people feel optimal between 1 and 2. But here's the real problem: your free T3 is 1.8." I didn't know what that meant. "The reference range is 2.3 to 4.2," he explained. "You're below range. Your body is making T4, but it's not converting it to T3 — the active hormone. T3 is what runs your metabolism. Without enough of it, you can't burn calories properly. Your cells are literally starving for energy, even when you eat." I was silent. "You're not lazy. You're not cheating on your plan. You're hypothyroid. You've probably been hypothyroid for years. Your GPs only ran TSH — they missed it completely." I started crying. Couldn't stop. Two years of Weight Watchers. Two years of shame. Two years of scrolling through other women's success stories with nothing of my own. Two years of stepping on that scale every Monday morning and watching the number go the wrong way. Two years of blaming myself. And I was ill the whole time. ======== "So what do I do?" "I'm going to adjust your medication," he said. "But I have to be honest — medication alone might not be enough. Your body needs specific nutrients to convert T4 into T3. Selenium. Zinc. Iodine. Most hypothyroid patients are deficient." "I'll take supplements," I said. "Whatever you recommend." He paused. "Here's the problem. Hypothyroidism damages your gut lining. Slows everything down. Tablets and capsules don't absorb properly. You could take handfuls of selenium tablets from Chemist Warehouse and your body wouldn't use them." I felt my heart sink. "So there's nothing I can do?" "There might be something," he said. "Sublingual delivery. Drops that absorb under your tongue, bypass the gut entirely. I've had patients who responded well when pills did nothing." He couldn't recommend a specific brand — professional guidelines. But he told me what to look for. Micro-emulsion delivery. Selenomethionine, not sodium selenite. Zinc picolinate, not zinc oxide. The bioavailable forms that cells can actually use. I went home and researched for six hours. ======== Most sublingual supplements are rubbish. I checked fourteen different brands. Made a spreadsheet. (I'm that person now.) Eleven of them were just liquid in a dropper bottle. No micro-emulsion. They sit under your tongue, you swallow them, your damaged gut can't absorb them. Sublingual in name only. Two used micro-emulsion but cheap ingredient forms. Sodium selenite actually competes with thyroid hormone uptake. Zinc oxide is barely 50% bioavailable. Useless. One used proper micro-emulsion AND bioavailable forms of everything. One out of fourteen. TryCure™ Thyroid Support. I ordered it that night. ======== I didn't tell anyone. Not my husband. Not my GP. Not the WW Connect community. I'd been disappointed too many times. It arrived a week later. Small bottle. Dropper lid. I took the first dose that morning. Two droppers under my tongue. Held for thirty seconds. I felt something I'd never felt with other supplements — a slight warmth. Something was actually absorbing. Then I waited. ======== Day 3: I woke up before my alarm. Lay there waiting for the exhaustion to hit. It didn't. I just... got up. Made breakfast. Got the kids ready. Did the school run. It was 10 AM before I realised I wasn't shattered. Day 5: The brain fog lifted. I'd lived in that fog so long I'd forgotten what clarity felt like. It's like someone cleaned a window I didn't know was dirty. I could finish sentences. Remember why I walked into rooms. Follow conversations without pretending to understand. Day 5. Just like the research said. Day 7: The hunger changed. For two years, I'd been ravenously hungry. Eating "unlimited" ZeroPoint foods and never feeling satisfied. Thinking about my next meal before I'd finished the current one. Day 7, I ate breakfast and felt... done. Actually done. Not white-knuckling it until lunch. This was what "satisfied" felt like. I'd forgotten. ======== Week 2: I stepped on my bathroom scale. Monday morning. Same routine. Except this time, the number went down. Down 2 kilos. I stepped off. Stepped back on. Same number. 2 kilos. In a fortnight. Without changing anything except the drops. I knew it wasn't fat — not yet. It was the water weight I'd been carrying for years. The puffiness that made my face look swollen. The bloat that never went away no matter what I ate. But the scale moved. For the first time in two years, it moved in the right direction. Week 4: Down 5 kilos. My jeans were loose. My face was less puffy. My wedding ring spun freely on my finger. Week 6: Down 8 kilos. I had energy. Real energy. Not the desperate, caffeine-fuelled survival mode I'd been operating in for years. I went for a run. Voluntarily. For the first time in three years. Week 8: Down 12 kilos. Twelve kilos. In eight weeks. After two years of gaining weight while starving myself on Weight Watchers. ======== I posted on WW Connect for the first time. I'd never posted. Not once in two years. Just lurked. Read everyone else's wins. Felt worse. I uploaded a photo. Wrote my story. Hit post. Within an hour, 47 reactions. 23 comments. "OMG how??" "This is exactly me. Following the plan perfectly. Nothing works. PLEASE tell me what you did." "I just showed this to my husband. He finally believes me that something is wrong." "Crying reading this. You just described my last three years." The comments kept coming. Women I'd never spoken to. Women who'd been scrolling through the same success stories, feeling the same shame, blaming themselves the same way I had. One woman messaged me privately. "I'm the same," she wrote. "Following the plan perfectly. Nothing works. I feel like I'm going mad. Can you tell me what you took?" I sent her the link. Maybe I could save her two years of blaming herself. ======== Here's what I want you to understand: If you're following Weight Watchers perfectly and not losing weight — it might not be you. If you're eating ZeroPoint foods until you're stuffed and still hungry an hour later — it might not be you. If you're scrolling through Connect watching everyone else lose weight while you stay the same — it might not be you. If your GP says your thyroid is "in range" but you feel shattered, foggy, and broken — it might not be you. Your cells might be starving. Your body might not be converting T4 to T3. Your gut might not be absorbing the nutrients you need. And no amount of Point-counting can fix that. ======== I'm not saying Weight Watchers doesn't work. It does — for people whose bodies work properly. I'm saying that if you're doing everything right and nothing's happening, there might be a reason. A reason no one tests for. A reason your GP dismisses. A reason that makes you feel like a failure when you're actually ill. ======== TryCure™ Thyroid Support is a sublingual liquid — drops that absorb under your tongue and bypass your gut completely. Selenium, zinc, iodine, and ashwagandha in forms your body can actually use. It works WITH your thyroid medication. Not instead of it. It doesn't replace Weight Watchers. It makes Weight Watchers actually work. 90-day money-back guarantee. If nothing changes, full refund. https://thyroid.love/products/thyroid-support-drops ======== P.S. — That woman who messaged me on Connect? She texted me six weeks later. "Down 6 kilos. First time in three years. I actually cried on the scale. Good tears." She'd been blaming herself for four years. Four years of "am I being honest with myself?" Four years of watching everyone else succeed on the app. She wasn't lazy. She wasn't cheating. She was ill. Now she's not. ======== P.P.S. — That Connect post now has over 200 reactions. Women from Brisbane, Melbourne, Perth, Adelaide. All saying the same thing. "This is me." "I thought I was the only one." "My GP told me I was fine. I knew I wasn't." Four women have messaged me directly to say they got their full thyroid panel done after reading my post. Four women who might have spent years blaming themselves. Maybe that post did more than two years of Workshops ever could. ======== P.P.P.S. — I still do Weight Watchers. Not because I need it anymore. The drops did what the plan couldn't do alone. I stay on because I remember what it felt like to scroll through Connect with nothing to post. And every time I see a new member's comment — the exhausted, defeated, "I've tried everything and nothing works" comment — I make sure to reply. "How long have you been struggling?" I ask. And then I tell her what I wish someone had told me two years ago. It might not be you. It might be your thyroid. And there might be something that actually helps. https://thyroid.love/products/thyroid-support-drops

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