Diet Pills. . . .

I've needed to drop some lbs and then some more lbs for quite some time. I've let it get to the point of no return and I know by her simply nature, it drives my mother crazy with worry. Worry i'll stroke, worry i'll die, etc. So i started taking diet pills. Day one, no noticeable difference. By day three, I felt certain I was swept into a spiralling pit of hormonal rage and frustration. I dropped a few but, I could have snapped the head of a snake by slinging him up the side of a tree. (Something I recall my Grandpa bragging about when I was a little girl sitting in the corner listening to adults talk among themselves.) So my coworker and I agreed, in the interest of all, it would be best if i stop the pills. And as you may have guessed, I've gone back to my normal, loud laughing, polly anna self. Long story short, maybe fat and happy are a good combo! I can try something else another day! ....