Puffy, Round and Magic Pills

Three days ago I was handed a bottle of Magic Pills. That's right. My cousin, Tricia McLeod was the one responsible for doing that. She is an Arbonne consultant and she said that these pills are magical. Actually, she didn't say that, but I like to think that she did.

You see, I have a problem, a big fat one. Yep, it's a round puffy kind of problem. My 2008 New Years Resolutions was a bold and noble attempt at making very low key, accessible, impossible NOT to reach kind of goals. I said that I wanted to lose 3 pounds.

OK, I did not realize how hard that actually is. I've been hungry and I've been sore from working out and the roundness and puffiness of my pounds simply will not deflate. I'm thinking I wasn't noble enough. I should have said ONE pound. Yeah, that even sounds nobler.

This round little (OK, not so little) annoying problem does not make Michelle happy. Michelle likes to feel happy. Michelle, however, has been feeling upset, angry, irritable--HUNGRY, for Pete's sake.

In light of this lack of happiness and ever growing bitterness, I have felt the noble urgings of finding and buying Magic Pills. It's all natural, no side effects, herbal, earthy, green kind of product (doesn't that sound magical?) that is supposed to speed up my dead beat metabolism. Apparently, it's forgotten how to function at all. If the pills work, I might just have to call them my Happy Pills. It is a month's supply, so I will give an update when all the magic is gone.

Tricia said that I could lose fifty pounds in one month. Actually, she didn't say that at all, I just like to pretend she did.