I despise doctors.
It was a doctor that misdiagnosed me with bipolar disorder (I am, actually, suffering severe depression in tandem with a family tradition called anxiety disorder) and put me on two medications that made me gain 25 pounds until I took myself off of them.
It was a doctor that just recently recommended Celexa as an antidepressant with "pretty much no weight gain profile at all". The quote is fresh in my mind, as this practitioner of health and well-being and making as much money as you possibly can wrote out a prescription just yesterday. Eager to not have a repeat of the "sneak attack" I experienced with the other drugs, I researched for myself the likelihood of weight gain on Celexa. I discovered that, well, pretty much any drug could make you gain weight. So I'm refusing medication. I'd rather suffer with the occasional blue period than be the obese pig I am now.
One productive thing did result from the visit, however: I've been eating between 1200-1400 calories per day and exercising five days a week, one hour a day at least. I'm doing the stationary bike, the treadmill, and weights. I am also not losing weight. So this white-coated mercenary recommends I try to boost my metabolism with six small meals throughout the day. Despite the rather sneering tone of my post thus far, I am going to try this. I will try anything.
I've given myself a year to lose 50 pounds. I'm not sure what will happen if I fail at this goal.