NEED? or want? you're not a professional wrestler, jockey, or candidate for some kinda vital medical experiment for skinny minnies only, are you?
the whole thing sounds like a crazy idea to me. the likeliness of horrible death (which i'd guestimate at marginal) aside, i have no way of telling how much the hormones may or may not have lost complete efficiency and what kinda random wonkiness might ensue because of that, or what they'd do to my hormone levels (which i don't know much about, having not seen a doctor recently about them) even if they were still 110% good.
also, taking the pill for two months to lose weight? pffffff. not a hugely bright idea. there are better ways to lose weight and keep it off, i'm sure, the pill might well make you gain
weight (or at least mass) in some areas, and 60 days isn't exactly a decent timeframe for anything hormonal to get settled into a stable pattern (understatement of the year). even if you do lose the 10 lb, if it'd only be for 2-3 months- with you coming off them again- so odds are you'll get that 10lb back
*counts* just in time for xmas and newyears parties!...?
you've reported numerous other prior ****ty experiences with chopping and changing versions of the pill- so don't put yourself through another messy dabbling experience that'll probably have hormonal consequences outlasting 2 months (wrt your periods getting fiddled with and your body not really being sure what the hell is going on), in the hope of shrinking your arse a bit. i'm sure its really not that huge anyway, nor that it matters very much really in the general scheme of things, even if it is halfway as humungous as mine is.
i'd be more inclined to get some decent painkillers (i like the codeine based ones myself- cos even if it does still hurt, i seem to care much less about it after a couple of those) for the cramps (also, those only mess with your body chemistry for the few days you take them on, really) and buy some of those huge bondagey knickers that pull everything in and squish it flat so you look
thinner- or just stick my fingers up at anyone who judged me on the size of my derrierre and spend the knicker money on cake.