Slightly Settled
Chapter One
Size eight.
That would be me, Tracey Spadolini. A size eight.
Can you believe it?
No, not my shoe size. My size, size.
I'm actually wearing a size eight dress - without one of those stretchy tourniquet tummy bulge
compressors I used to live in - and I'm not even holding my breath.
When I started my summer diet, I figured I had about forty pounds to lose. But I'm down at
least fifty, melted off with good old-fashioned diet and exercise, and kept off thanks to the little
pink pills I take daily.
No, not the kind of little pink pills in a plastic baggie that you buy in a dark alley.
We're talking a prescribed drug here.
Officially, I'm taking it to stave off panic attacks.
According to the pharmacy's insert, potential side effects included diarrhea, constipation and
severe flatulence. Not pretty, right? So I spent the first few medicated days close to home, not
wanting to find myself on the crowded subway with a severe case of the runs - or, worse,
uncontrollable gas.
But I've had nary a disgraceful rumble or abdominal cramp. In ... read full excerpt from: Slightly Settled ebook
