When the going gets tough, the tough get drugs. On the advice of my father, I sought treatment from a bariatric specialist. He took one look at my food tracker and said, "no carbs for you." My lower lip poked out and said "crackers?" and he said "no carbs" and I said "oatmeal" and he still said "no carbs". I've been restricted to fruits, veggies and lean proteins. This is a radical shift for me, as I am the carb queen. He also put me on phentermine, which is a drug that suppresses the appetite and boosts metabolism.
And here is the tricky business....it works. It really does. I have to remind myself to eat. And even when I do, I don't eat much. Part of that is probably the drugs, and some is probably that everything I love to eat is stuff I'm not eating anymore. In two weeks, I've undone the damage that Alabama did.
I feel pretty good about that fact. I've taken off 6 lbs since I started the drug and the diet and with relatively few side effects. There may be hope for me yet. I just have to remember to eat, because when I don't, I get very tired and sluggish. So something with B vitamins may be in order, because this week I get back in the gym for some serious cardio work.
It's only 6 pounds, but it's a start.
