Inside south Dublin’s secret world of weight-loss jabbers: ‘Women are shrinking before my eyes. Handbags are quietly being sold to fund the habit’
“'Climbing Kilimounjaro,' we say to each other with a wink — although, to be fair, the only mountain involved is the mountain of weight they’ve lost off themselves." Stock images: Getty‘Ah here, another one climbing Kilimounjaro,” I say with a smirk, as I sit in Butler’s in Ranelagh, having just spotted another wan head to toe in her Lululemon gear, looking like she’s out jogging. But she’s not jogging, she’s jabbing. And she must be a bit delulu if she thinks I can’t see what’s going on, as I am the unofficial jab expert!You see, the thing about GLP-1s is that they’re a bit like what Botox was back in the day, when nobody would admit to it. I’d hear things like: “Botox?! Oh no, it’s just that new La Mer cream, it does wonders.”And I’d be sitting there thinking, ‘Christ almighty, if La Mer gave everyone that level of smooth, shiny forehead, we’d all be plastered in it.’
