Day 7

It’s the weekend and I decided the best way to get through it is with the help of phentermine. What a difference it makes. I haven’t thought about food nearly as much. Mike and I were able to eat out (ok, it was only at Costco but I didn’t cook it). I skipped the hotdog and drink and went for the salad. I skipped the dressing, and ate only half of it, but I was completely satisfied. I was even fine without having the diet coke that I usually get when I am there.