I have a couple bottles. Wrapped in promise, wrapped in the hope of the svelte.

Sometimes I feel so inclined to jump on the bandwagon and pop a couple of the magic purple pills.

They seem to give me energy and sustain me through the activities of the day.

The best part is they keep that hungry beast, that rages his violent hungry rage at bay. My hunger is curbed, at least temporarily.

A new day dawns and the decision is mine. Do I or don't I pop a few more diet pills?