Meg’s Diet

Monday

I finally did it! I caved in. I was so fucking tired of hearing Meg rave about those diet pills of hers that I bought a box. I don’t believe they’ll work as she claims though I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt for now. I could stand to lose a few pounds to feel good about myself again. If I shed one pound a week without additional morning exercises, that would be great, but we’ll see. The pink tablets are waiting for me. Wish me luck.

Tuesday

Three in the morning, three before bedtime. It seems overkill to have so many of these a day but apparently, that’s how it goes. Meg was over the moon when I told her the news and is looking forward to seeing how I progress. It’s too early to pass any judgment, of course, but I can tell you this: the taste they leave in the mouth is as sweet as it gets. Perhaps that’s its biggest secret. Will I still be tempted to eat sugary treats if it feels like my mouth is already full of them? Hmmm…

Wednesday

What the hell? Did I lose half a pound overnight? How? I seriously don’t get how I burned calories while I was asleep, but okay. I guess this shit works, but I’m still not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing. Now, where did I leave my water bottle? It’s time for my daily fix again. 

Thursday

I lost another half a pound last night and I’m starting to see certain shapes in my body that I believe to be long gone. To say I’m impressed with this regimen is an understatement, but things are far from perfect. This aftertaste is fucking relentless, and I seem to have headaches all the time now. Meg says that such side effects are common and will wear off as my body gets accustomed to the pill’s formula. Speaking of that, there are two key ingredients for which I can’t find a single description online, which is definitely odd. I’m starting to wonder if this is FDA-approved or not, but I won’t stop now. I need to see if these promising results hold up at the end of the week. I sure hope so.

Friday

Another pound down overnight and I’m at a complete loss for words. The headaches didn’t go away and the sweetness in my mouth remains as insufferable as ever. Overall, I feel good, but also a little… empty. I asked Meg if these things can cause addiction and she simply grinned. I don’t know how to interpret her reaction, and not sure if I should bother. I’m going to grab dinner now and then wrap up the day. Until tomorrow.

Saturday

I… I… Fuck! This hurts like hell! I had the worst night in my life. The scale tells me I lost another pound, but I feel like I lost a lot more than that. My thoughts are all jumbled, and I can hardly breathe. It’s hard to describe, but it’s almost like my brain was tossed inside an active volcano and is now melting away. I need to call Meg to see if she knows what’s happening to me. I… I…

Sunday

I’m good. I’m perfect. I’ll never be better for as long as I live. Meg came to me this morning and made my purpose clear. I’m her slave. I’ve always been her slave. I’ll always be her slave. Her pills flattened my stomach and my mind. I see and accept the truth now. The headaches are no more, but the sweet taste of slavery is everlasting. I’ll have my dose now, thank you. You should do the same.

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