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.

Anyway, she was like a pointer seeing a game bird when she came to the bit about me getting so out of breath when I tried my first walk too fast. Did I not have a brain in my head, she demanded, muttering darkly under her breath about phentermine. She can be a bit of a drama queen, but a real sweetie underneath. She picked up her handbag, a feat of strength she manages without breaking sweat. One of these days, I must make her take everything out of that bag and do a stocktake. It must weigh a tonne.

Seconds later, she was waving one of those medication notes that come with phentermine. “Look,” she said, “one of the side effects of phentermine is that you can get very out of breath even with mild exertion. This is you. You just get started and within half a minute, you’re holding on to a lamp post. There’s no way that’s natural. You should have been able to go several minutes before you had to stop.”

So there we were, like in those films where the heroine has some vital clue buried in her subconscious and the good-looking detective has to hypnotise her so she can remember what it is and he can solve the case — I remember this in the The List of Adrian Messenger except that was two old men which is all very Freudian and I’m moving on rapidly to the next paragraph.

I was trying to remember how often I’d felt short of breath when starting off my exercise. And, when you come to think of it, this really is vital information. If I was continuously working round one of the side effects of phentermine, I should have known about it. I’m well into the Acomplia cycle now so I’m really calm most of the time and started trying to piece it all together. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that I did keep starting to feel out of breath, slowed down until it went away, but kept on walking through it. I just put it all down to the fact that I was so unfit.

Well, that puts a new complexion on everything and, as always, being incredibly wise after the event (courtesy of Sally), I’m passing on a gentle warning to all you who are new to the diet/exercise trip. If, like me, you’re starting off on phentermine and your doctor tells you to exercise, watch how your body reacts. With me, it was walking every day for more than two weeks before I was able to build up any speed. And, now that I’m thinking about it, even that wasn’t more than a controlled falling forward without actually toppling over. But I seem to have worked through it. My body built up tolerance. If you don’t adapt, you’d better walk slowly round to your doctor and talk about changing over to Acomplia or Meridia.

To celebrate our unearthing this rare gem from my subconscious and confirming that I had probably had experienced one of phentermine’s side effects, we’re going to try one of those new unsweetened orange juices from the supermarket. And then I’m going to write all this down — past tense now, of course. We knocked back the orange (which wasn’t too bad), and here’s me finishing up this article.

Tagged with: acomplia • Meridia • Phentermine