Amy Schumer posts ‘thirst trap’ after she used weight loss drugs ‘to survive’

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The split comes just one month after Schumer overhauled her Instagram account by deleting all her old photographs, including those featuring Fischer.

“I actually left my house tonight. Who’s proud? I’m feeling good and happy. Deleted my old pics for no reason!”

Many fans had suggested the deletion was due to Schumer’s new slimmed-down appearance, but she shot down these accusations by responding: “Hey media outlets I didn’t delete my old photos because they were pre me losing weight. That’s a narrative you created. I’m proud of how I’ve looked always.

“I have been working to be pain free and I finally am. My endometriosis is better. My back is healing. I no longer have Cushing syndrome, so my face went back to normal.

“I am grateful to be strong and healthy especially for my son.”

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Doctor reveals the six major mistakes people taking weight loss drugs are making

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Doctor reveals the six major mistakes people taking weight loss drugs are making

Two of these slip-ups could put your health at serious risk

Ellie Kemp

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A doctor has revealed six of the biggest mistakes people on weight loss drugs can make.

Nobody’s perfect, but when it comes to taking medication, we should all at least strive to be.

GLP-1 weight loss drugs have boomed in recent years, with injections such as Mounjaro, Wegovy and Saxenda helping to suppress appetite and encourage weight-loss.

These treatments, taken once a week, have yielded major success stories – but experts warn they’re not without risks.

According to the Mayo Clinic, most people are advised to stay on the injections for 12 to 24 months.

But while on the medication, many patients fall into bad habits that can slow progress, increase side effects or even put their health at risk.

Now, one GP has outlined the five most common mistakes people make while taking weight loss injections.

The drugs have helped people shed the pounds (Getty Images)

The drugs have helped people shed the pounds (Getty Images)

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