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Dr Donald Grant, GP and Senior Clinical Advisor at The Independent Pharmacy says: “While weight loss treatments remain incredibly popular among the general public, there are a wide range of common mistakes people make while on this medication.

“It can lead to stunted progress and even harm well-being, so it’s crucial to be aware of these common errors.”

Six mistakes weight loss drug users make

Taking more than you should

In this case, the saying ‘less is more’ rings true. While people might believe taking a higher dosage means quicker results, that’s not always the case.

In fact, upping your dosage before you’re ready can be dangerous.

Dr Grant explains: “Our bodies need time to adjust to the treatment, so beginning on a high dosage could greatly increase the intensity of symptoms such as headaches, fatigue and nausea.

“It may also increase the risk of conditions such as pancreatitis and hypoglycemia, so maintaining a healthy dosage is crucial.

“I advise anyone on the treatment to discuss their dosage with a licensed health professional, rather than increasing the strength on their own accord.”

Skipping a dose

It's best to avoid skipping doses where possible (Peter Dazeley/Getty Images)

It’s best to avoid skipping doses where possible (Peter Dazeley/Getty Images)

As well as taking a higher dose than recommended, it’s extremely common for people on this treatment to skip a dose altogether, Dr Grant says.

This can halt progress, stopping people from reaching their weight loss goals by increasing appetite and reducing the overall effectiveness of the treatment.

“Ideally, you want a steady stream of injections, without missing a single dose, to avoid intense side effects and stunted progress.

“Before beginning any weight loss medication, be sure to consider the long-term costs and reordering processes.”

Abandoning the diet

Some people reckon they can eat whatever they like while on Mounjaro or WeGovy, but this simply isn’t the case.

“Eating too many processed or sugary foods could cause blood sugar spikes, leading to increased appetite, bloating and fatigue,” Dr Grant says.

“Instead, people should prioritize a well-balanced diet of proteins, fibre and other key nutrients.

“Although these treatments impact appetite, it’s still important to draw up a dietary plan that includes all the key foods.”

Forgetting hydration

The same goes for your hydration. Not drinking enough may increase the intensity of side effects, which can be difficult to manage – particularly for people still adjusting to the medication.

“Water is also a key component for weight loss, not drinking enough can slow down progress and lead to dehydration. Generally, aim for around five to eight glasses of water each day to avoid these risks.”

Dismissing side effects

Never ignore side effects (Ingwervanille/Getty Images)

Never ignore side effects (Ingwervanille/Getty Images)

Dr Grant warns that side effects of weight loss drugs should ‘never be ignored’

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