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Common ones include diarrhoea, nausea and fatigue, while less common symptoms range from shortness of breath to abdominal pain.

“If any side effects persist, I strongly recommend seeking medical attention for further advice,” he adds.

“By keeping your GP up to date with any symptoms, they can provide tailored advice and guidance to lessen side effects and restore a better quality of life.”

Turning to the black market

Another major mistake is obtaining weight loss injections via illegal measures, including fraudulent sites or social media.

“This can be incredibly dangerous as these organisations aren’t regulated with the same level of health and safety protocols as proper healthcare establishments,” Dr Grant warns. “As a result, they could have foreign ingredients that could impact well-being.”

Online pharmacies, on the other hand, are a safer alternative and offer screening procedures to ensure patients actually require the treatment they are requesting.

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Scientists discover surprising effect drinking alcohol while taking weight loss drugs has on your body

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Scientists discover surprising effect drinking alcohol while taking weight loss drugs has on your body

Researchers investigating drugs such as Wegovy and Mounjaro have discovered a crucial detail about how they affect alcohol absorption

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Drugs to assist in weight loss and the treatment of Type 2 diabetes are well known to help slim down waistlines and curb appetites, but scientists have now discovered one unexpected side effect, and it’s for anyone who enjoys an alcoholic tipple.

Up until now, several studies have shown that patients taking the medication (which is commonly referred to by brand names such as Mounjaro or Wegovy) have reported a reduced alcohol consumption overall, but a new study has now shown that even patients still drinking alcohol are metabolizing it differently.

Semaglutide drugs like Wegovy and Mounjaro, which contains tirzepatide, mimic the natural hormones that regulate blood sugar and appetite, which is one of the contributing factors to how much a person wants to drink.

Yet despite knowing that the phenomenon exists, researchers at Virginia Tech’s Fralin Biomedical Research Institute were curious about how exactly the medicine curbed drinking.

As part of the study, 20 adults with obesity—half of whom had been taking GLP-1 receptor agonists for at least four weeks—were investigated to see how they responded to alcohol.

Popular weight loss drugs have a huge impact on alcohol absorption according to new research (Getty stock photo)

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