Here Wegovy! After months of fevered anticipation, UK pharmacies have finally welcomed the weight-loss pill: willpower in a packet, discipline in a dose, kryptonite to all those late-night urges for a square (or eight) of Dairy Milk.Newspapers have reported a ‘stampede’ for the pills, a word which rather indelicately conjures images of elephants racing to their nearest Boots.Well, despite being un-elephantine in my own proportions, I want in. Only I can’t get them: I’m not overweight enough.To get the once-a-day Wegovy pill you need to have a BMI of 30 and above, or 27 to 30 if you also have weight-related health conditions such as type 2 diabetes or high blood pressure. I fall far below this bar. At 5ft 7in and weighing around 10st 5lb, my BMI is 22.8 – near enough the middle of the ‘healthy weight’ category.Why, then, would I want to take an actual drug if I’m not overweight? Because I’m what you might call a Thinbetweener: not actually fat, not properly slim – half a stone from contentment and bored of being stuck in diet limbo without sufficient willpower to shift those seven pesky pounds.When you’re a Thinbetweener like me you look normal and healthy enough. You’re not likely to be mistaken for a sumo wrestler, nor are you going to have abs sharp enough to grate cheese. A wobble here, a dimple there, all within healthy limits.But many Thinbetweeners will have spent years wanting to lose the half or full stone that has crept on after years of sedentary work or having babies. To get the once-a-day Wegovy pill you need to have a BMI of 30 and above, or 27 to 30 if you also have weight-related health conditionsIn my mid-30s, I was nine and a half stone with a waist so slim I could almost encircle it with my hands. Four children and a decade later, things are different.Recently I took my two year old to a toddler group, where a kindly lady in her 80s asked how many children I have. Four, I replied. ‘And,’ she smiled, lightly patting my tummy, ‘another one on the way?’ ‘Um, no…’ I replied, to which she responded with a woman-to-woman wink: ‘Ah, still there from the last one, is it?’ Yep!I found this exchange hilarious since I am not emotional about my weight change. I’ve never loathed my body, never understood why so many women feel shame about their thighs or upper arms – you’ve eaten too many burgers, not robbed a poor box. When I read celebrities talking about a ‘changing relationship with their body’, it gets a head scratch from me.A relationship with your body? Do you have date nights in which you slather it with cocoa butter and whisper reassuring sweet nothings?My attitude to my body has always been functional: it’s a rather useful vehicle for getting my head from A to B. At the same time, I wouldn’t mind being a bit slimmer. I’d like to be able to waltz into Zara and plonk whatever wisp of fabric I want into the basket, knowing it will fit like a glove.A decade ago my summer uniform was a vest and paper bag denim shorts, the type with a drawstring at the waist. I bought a pair recently and looked like a badly done-up parcel.There’s also the health angle. No, I’m not fat, but like so many Brits, I eat too many ultra-processed foods (UPFs) which are essentially poison. UPFs account for over half of the average British diet, the highest rate in Europe. These foods are designed to sucker your appetite and frankly I am a sucker for them. Walkers Thai Chilli Sensations seem to speak not only to my stomach but to my soul.And so, once every few weeks when I step on the scales, I see the same numbers. Sometimes 10st 4lb, sometimes 10st 6lb. Like a yo-yo at the end of its string, the scales only go up and down by a couple of pounds. There will be ‘super losers’ of the weight-loss world shaking their head at this. ‘Half a stone? Pah! I did it in a week by eating only egg white omelettes!’ Clare Foges says her attitude to her body has always been functional: it’s a rather useful vehicle for getting her head from A to BBut it comes down to motivation. If you are clinically obese there are compelling reasons to lose weight urgently, not least avoiding a heart attack. There is the discomfort of carrying around a lot of weight and the fact that society is still unkind to those carrying that much extra timber.But if you’re a Thinbetweener, the drive to lose weight just isn’t that strong. You don’t look too bad, your health seems OK – so are you really going to say no to a fat slab of your own child’s birthday cake? Thus willpower waxes and wanes: diet limbo.Every morning I fast, with not a morsel passing my lips until noon, which is actually pretty easy since I’m not peckish in the morning. Lunch is the same healthy and easy packet of lentil something-or-other.Then, it’s carnage. You’ve heard of the Incredible Hulk; I become the Incredibly Hungry Woman. Between 1pm and 3pm, if something is not nailed down or poisonous, I will eat it: cheese, crackers, crumpets, crisps, biscuits. Beyond that, a light dinner. It’s a healthy sandwich with an ultra-processed orgy in the middle. The crux of it is this: I care about that extra half stone but not enough to shed it. I could, though, pop a pill. But the health establishment won’t let me.‘Why not just lie?’ asks my friend Beth, once a size 12 and now an 8, with a collection of mini dresses to underline the point. She fibbed online to get weight-loss jabs to ‘micro-dose’ and contain her appetite, which wasn’t out of control anyway. One of her ruses was lopping several inches off her height. Private GPs have reported people trying to cheat the scales by sticking a water bottle under each arm.But I don’t want to lie. I don’t want an online medical consultation with a doctor with a pillow stuffed under my jumper and ball bearings in my pockets. It seems ridiculous and underhand.It’s time society faced up to the fact that these miraculous drugs will be taken by most of us within a decade – especially once they come off patent in a few years and become much cheaper.This isn’t just about vanity, it’s about health – because the majority of us, fat or thin, are eating too many UPFs. Yes there are side effects that need to be taken seriously – nausea, diarrhoea, dizziness to name but a handful – but I believe the benefits outweigh the risks.Regardless of our BMI, isn’t it time we Thinbetweeners were allowed to ride the Wegovy train? Greece is even installing floating barriers to ward off the toxic pufferfish, which are capable of biting off toes So smug I'm not in the Med!Holidaying in the Med is starting to look like an SAS recruitment process: four-hour entry/exit queues in the airport; wild fires; great whites prowling the waters – now pufferfish capable of biting off your toes. Greece is even installing floating barriers to ward off the toxic fish. Feeling rather smug about my staycation planned in the Isle of Wight, where the most exotic creature you’re likely to meet is a rare red squirrel.Solidarity with Adele, who was papped mid-grimace while at Silverstone last week. The camera isn’t my friend either. I’ve got three photo faces: gurning, half asleep or recently electrocuted. The NHS is to use AI to triage patients before they can even speak to a GP. What could possibly go wrong, aside from elderly people not having a clue how to use it, chatbots mishearing hypertension (high blood pressure) for hypotension (abnormally low blood pressure), patients exaggerating symptoms to clear this new hurdle and ever more people getting frustrated and pitching up at A&E? Still, at least private GP practices will be happy.Anne aces pregnancy dressing It was refreshing to see Anne Hathaway at the premiere of The Odyssey radiantly covered in cornflower blueEver since actress Demi Moore posed on the cover of Vanity Fair pregnant and naked, celebrities have felt the need to bare the bump at every opportunity. How refreshing, then, to see Anne Hathaway at the premiere of The Odyssey: radiantly covered in cornflower blue. A masterclass in modest maternity dressing.