Who Couldn't Use Some More Energy?!

More energy must mean more fat loss, right? We'll get back to that in a moment, but first, a little story about "getting energy".

Awhile ago, I found a Groupon for Vitamin B12 injections. I looked up the website and it states that there is a fatburner in these injections and that you'll not only have increased energy, you'll burn more fat. So I called and they told me the same thing. Cool, since the Groupon was a 92% savings (who can resist a savings of 92%?!), I got it! Well this past Thursday, I packed up my boy and we went. I walked into what I thought was clearly the wrong "office". I know I'm not a decorator/designer but this office was janky! It was like I walked into someones cubicle. Being the OCD person I am, I had a hard time getting my mind off the jacked up office, but what happened next sure helped a bit.

The office lady comes out from a back room and asks me why I'm there and once I tell her I purchased the Groupon, she informs me that it is only for energy and that if I want fat burning injections, it would only cost me $250. Say what?! After letting her know her website was extremely misleading and her defending her ghetto website, and coming to the conclusion that she wasn't going to give me my $30 back, I reluctantly decided to go through with the shots.

Let me paint a better picture of the "doctor" - I put it in quotes because this woman clearly was not a doctor, she basically had a lab coat and giant needle. I don't watch too many scary movies but this woman was straight out of a weird scientific medical movie. She really had no expression and if you know me, expressionless people scare the bajeebers out of me. So me, the lady and my almost 2 year old, who mind you, is roaming around this weird backwards office cubicle, go into this tiny backroom and she gets out this giant needle. She hands me a medical history packet and asks me to return it when I come back for injection #2. Once again, say what?! You mean, you don't want to know if I'm deathly allergic to something before shooting me up with some foreign substance? I know, I should have left, so many red flags were flying around, but I was scared she was going to attack me if I left, dramatic, I know, but that's me. So, the expressionless robot lady asks me to move my pants down a bit so she could shoot me up on my lower hip and I did and WOAH, mother of pearls, that was painful! The needle wasn't so bad but the stuff being shot into me hurt like a mother! I could barely walk out of there!

Since I am on a budget, I will go back 11 more times to get my money's worth and I'm hoping I build up a tolerance for these awful injections - and I really hope they work! I felt no extra energy on Thursday, I actually was more tired than normal, but I think that has more to do with working a long day on Wednesday and getting little to no sleep that night due to a migrane, so next week will be a better test! Here's to hoping it works!