Weight Loss Articles

Tidying up the past

admin — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 14:27:50 +0000

Now that Sally has made me think about phentermine’s side effects and has been so kind as to thrust one of their leaflets into my hand, I feel I ought to read it more carefully. I know I must have read it way back when. After all, what idiot would just start taking a medication like phentermine (or Acomplia, for that matter) without reading all about it? So I must gave skimmed through it (them if you count the same kind of folded up notes supplied with Acomplia) but, for some reason, none of it seems to have stuck. (more…)

Hindsight is wonderful unless you’re walking behind someone overweight

admin — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 10:16:14 +0000

So my new friend Sally, who has rapidly moved up from friend-of-a-friend into drop-round-anytime friend, called in last night and read through the last two posts. I’ve started to trust her because she’s sharing my experience with phentermine, but she’s a lot more thoughtful than I am. I’m an Aries which means I just tend to do or say things as they come to me and not think about them too much. She’s more head-over-heart which I suppose makes her a Libra. Must ask her about her birthday. (more…)

Walkers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your pounds

admin — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 07:24:36 +0000

Now that I’m writing these pieces, it’s turning into a kind of diary — Confessions of a Loser. Weight Loss on Phentermine and Acomplia.

I kept a diary when (more…)

She’s under starter’s orders

admin — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 16:33:00 +0000

Well, we’re calm again. I’m back on the Acomplia now — get thee behind me, phentermine, for another two months. (more…)

Only one more day to go

admin — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 10:06:34 +0000

There are always ironies in life, or perhaps all life is an irony that makes God smile — an inconsistency between what He expected from the Creation and what actually occurred. Ah, such are the thoughts that provoke us when the late-night film on the TV is one of those straight-to-DVD epics that can only be shown on terrestrial channels when all sane people have gone to bed. Who’d be a night owl when the public library is closed and you can’t pop round to borrow the next few unread tomes from the shelves. (more…)

My grandmother knew what she was talking about

admin — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 19:15:55 +0000

My grandmother, as a good Victorian, was brought up in a household run with Mrs Beaton’s Book of Household Management as the bible. She always swore, but in a most refined way, that good food meant real food. The supply chain was shorter in those days. You never lived far away from the farms where the cattle grazed or the corn ripened. The milk was fresh from the cow, the butter freshly churned, the bread freshly baked using whole grains (they were lucky enough not to get caught up in the fashion for milling the corn into white flour with all the nutritional problems that caused), and the meat from animals hung after being freshly slaughtered.

As one of the middle classes, she lived on a reasonably healthy diet of protein, bread, potatoes and other fresh vegetables. If she hadn’t had to decant her body into one of those boned corsets that made it impossible to breathe properly and redistributed her internal organs, her life would have been perfect. Although, looked at from another direction, forcing such a narrow waist was a first version of this new wrap-an-elastic-band-round-your-stomach-so-you-can’t-eat-as-much surgery we hear so much about these days. (more…)

What do my teeth have to do with this?

admin — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:18:59 +0000

My new friend and I (that’s the old friend-of-a-friend who’s been upgraded — a bit like these new game machines, she’s gone from 1.0 prototype to 3.0 mature-in-the-market best seller in record time) were chatting on the phone last night. She was laughing because I’d written, “. . .at my time of time.” Did that mean we were, “Women of a certain age”? (more…)

Something more than nostalgia

admin — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 10:29:59 +0000

When I came home from my walk last night, my husband pulled a bottle of white wine from the fridge. Before I could say, “What a nice idea”. He had me sitting down with a glass in my hand and a small plate of nibbles in the other. (more…)

Why am I doing this?

admin — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 13:14:35 +0000

My friend-of-a-friend actually telephoned. She got the number from our mutual friend. She was worried about me. It was sweet of her. We had a good chat and I think we may become friends directly. No more of this vicarious acquaintance — this, “I danced with a man who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales.” kind of thing. I suppose, back in the 1920s when the song was popular, the population was smaller so it could actually have been true. Today, only Camilla gets to dance with the Prince of Wales. As if I should care. (more…)

That friend-of-a-friend

admin — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:40:33 +0000

It’s most strange but I’m feeling more thoughtful today. Looking back is a strange experience sometimes. You see a snapshot of yourself. That was the “me” who wrote that way back when — even though it’s only a few weeks, it’s sometimes hard to recognize yourself. (more…)