Generic Fosamax (Alendronate Sodium, Fosamax® equivalent)
Fosamax (Alendronate sodium) is FDA-approved medication for the prevention or treatment of osteoporosis in postmenopausal women. In addition, Fosamax is approved for the treatment of women and men with osteoporosis resulting from the long-term use of steroid medications such as prednisone or cortisoneAlendronate sodium is the generic name for Fosamax. Fosamax is chemically known as a bisphosphonate medication. It is not a hormone. Fosamax works only on the bone and does not affect the heart, breast, uterus, or other parts of the body.
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70mg
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FIT FOR LIFE PROGRAM: THE FEARS
About seventeen years ago a very close friend of mine said in a moment of anger, "Look, Blimpo, why don't you just go over mere and be fat!" Blimpo? Me? This statement affected me as if someone had taken a big steel pot, put it over my head, and smashed it with a metal spoon. There were a couple of reasons that his statement so destroyed me. For one, I was certain that I was doing a fantastic job of cleverly concealing my girth with some very stylish, loose-fitting clothing, if you know what I mean. But what frustrated me more was mat I had been making a career out of dieting, and my friend's comment made me realize how unsuccessful I had been. Every program that ever came down the pike, I would try. If it called for nothing but eggs and cheese for thirty days, I would do it. If it called for nothing but celery and hamburger patties for thirty days, I would eat them. And I would lose weight. I would lose the weight, and men as soon as die program was over, of course, I would revert to my old eating habits and go right back to my old weight. If you have ever done any dieting, you know exactly what I mean, because—let's face it—what was I thinking about while I was dieting? FOOD! AS soon as die ordeal was over
I would run out of the house like a scalded cat to end my deprivation. I always found mat no matter how much weight I had lost, it seemed that in less time than it took me to lose it, I had already put that weight back on, plus an additional five pounds.
I hadn't been fat as a kid. But after I was released from the Air Force in my early twenties, I began to struggle with a weight problem that just wouldn't quit. During a time of my life when I should have been active and vibrant, I was nearly fifty pounds overweight. When I finally reached that much-dreaded two-hundred-pound mark and then passed it, I was desperate. At that same time in my life my father died at a young age, of stomach cancer. It was a terrible drawn-out ordeal, and the memory of his final days will never leave me. In his youth he had been a boxer and a longshoreman, strong and burly, over two hundred pounds. When he died he weighed under one hundred pounds. Soon after his death I awoke one night in a fever of fear, realizing that as a small-boned, five-feet ten-inch, two-hundred-two-pound male, I had all the problems that had plagued him during his life. He also was over two hundred pounds, and also like me, he had never felt really well. My subsequent studies showed me that anytime you're carrying around an extra fifty pounds, you are going to have other problems as well. My dad had frequent colds, headaches, and stomach problems. A lack of energy was his constant complaint. I had these problems too. I didn't participate in sports or social activities. Removing my shirt at the beach was always a traumatic ordeal. When I made it through my workday, I had no energy left except to eat and feel sorry for myself. (I always seemed to muster the energy necessary to eat.) When my father died I felt not only sorry for myself, but also scared.
This fear was the impetus for my turning point. My fear of dying young coupled with my desire not to be referred to as "Blimpo" propelled me at last to a determined course of action. I was prepared to throw down my ever-present Big Mac and Coke and commit myself to the resurrection of my body. In the heat of my enthusiasm and with great resolve I plunged dramatically into a series of diets mat promised to take the weight off for good. 1 did my first diet, then my second, then my third. After a considerable amount of frustration and disappointment I came to realize that...
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