Such is life in the land of obesity....
Have you heard?
The FDA is on the brink of approving yet another weight loss drug.
Even now, when I'm happily at a healthy weight, I'm interested.
Hearing that there's a new weight loss drug makes my heart go pitter-patter and my toes curl just a little bit.
Beads of sweat form on the back of my neck and there's this funny sensation in my earlobes.
It's as if I've been kissed by Bruce Springsteen.
Obesity did that to me.
It's a side effect that I doubt will ever go away.
We've talked about this before---the dieting girl behavior.
I own it. I admit to it. It's one of my things.
The promise of thinness in a bottle is enough to make me orgasmic.
Hell, the promise of thinness period is enough to make me do cartwheels and belt out female-freedom ballads while moaning with pleasure.
In a swing-from-the-chandeliers kinda way.
Following it all up with a smoke.
If you know what I mean.
Whether this new drug will be approved is anyone's guess.
There's lots of side effects and cautions and concerns.
Which we will leave to the experts.
Thank God for those Phd-types.
They are the smart ones.
Because if it were up to me--I'd vote to approve any drug, any salve, any potion, any anything that promised weight loss.
My mind is blinded to the consequences and risks when it hears the words--weight loss.
That's what years of desperation does to a girl.
Anyway, after my initial thrill ride, my mind returned to it's typical state of being.
As it always does.
I scoured the internet for news of the drug, looking for more info and reading it all with interest.
I spent a good few hours--time I was stealing from sleep--to get myself up to speed on Contrave.
But, the more I read, the more I wanted to read.
I needed more.
I wanted more.
Sex, drugs and rock and roll.