She had tried fasting and it was unpleasant. She had endeavoured to count the calories and decided she was no mathematician. She had exercised violently only to increase her appetite. She had tried every patent reducer heralded by the persuasive advertiser. She had steamed for hours in Turkish cabinets and emptied tons of anti-fat salts into her hot tubs. She eschewed even her hard bed and lived laborious nights of jazz. She took every pill or potion purporting to have a slendering effect. She rolled, she was massaged. And still she was fat.
The harsh unvarnished truth She was fat.
In desperation, if so plump a person may be said to be desperate she turned to Coue for help and assistance. The simplicity of the method was a point in its favour after the money expended upon cures which didn't cure. 'A book, a bit of knotted string, a few minutes at bed-time. After a week of murmuring very day
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