A few weeks back, I posted that I’d finally hit my upper limit. 287 lbs. I’d decided to start working my way back toward my birth weight. Sure, getting there would be unhealthy but somewhere along the journey I’d be pretty fit/happy.
As of today.. I’m down 16 lbs from my max. It’s enough for clothes to fit differently. Belts to work less effectively. Polo shirts to feel less snug. It’s a good thing.
How am I doing this? I’m starving myself. Yep. In order to make it back to 9ish pounds, I’m no longer eating. Ok, maybe this last bit isn’t true. It just feels like it.
My doc and I made a deal two years about that if I lost a significant amount of weight, he’d leave me alone. (The wife seems to remember this deal) Over the course of two years, through hard work and determination, I put on 15 pounds. My reward for eating everything I could/wanted? Phentermine to help control my appetite.
It’s working. Damn that stupid drug. So far, the only side effect is that I’m flipping hungry. I eat half a chicken breast, I get full. Half a sandwich? Full. I bought pizza last week for the family, couldn’t eat beyond my second slice. Stupid drug.
It’s working, that’s what matters. Since starting on the drug and reducing my caloric intake, I’m down 8 pounds. When I start to feel less fatigued from the shock of the drug, I’m going to start exercising more regularly. (Consider my current work out involves turning the key in my ignition.)