D-Day – Battle of the Bulge

Today I visited a well recommended diet clinic in my area. I had two friends experience amazing results at said clinic, and given that left to my own devices, I will not motivate myself, I needed an outside factor.

Something compelling, something to make me feel like I had to make this effort 100% or not at all. Money. This clinic is not free, and it is not cheap. It is also not forgiving and will ban you from their program should you show lack of progress or results (usually due from lack of effort).

Dieting is my least favorite activity. I have an unhealthy love affair with food. I love to eat it, it loves to reside in my midsection and go straight to my hips ass. I am attempting to combat this with a major intervention.

Today, was my initial appointment. This program works on many levels, but at their core is their b12 injections. I got my first one today. My right arm feels a little pinched where the shot was inserted, however, its not sore.

Ironically, I was actually doing well, and I even had some progress of a whopping 3.5 lbs but I ruined it all by going on a PMS binge of pizza and ice cream. The guilt was as overwhelming as the pounds that returned that very night…horror of horrors.

I suppose further progress will be made, but since the doctor prescribed some medication that my insurance will not cover *which is ever so reassuring* I have to wait until I have some money to shell out for the $32 supply for 1 month. Not only is it best that this pill works, it better be magic for all the investment I have to make to take it.

I suppose it’s no different than the bevy of items one can find on the shelves OTC at a pharmacy, but I am hoping this one will suppress my need to stuff my face at all hours of the night without making me feel like I am on crack. One can only hope…