Yesterday was the end of my sleepover party bash in Gummy's Canterlot house with my three other BFFs. Sunday morning was about the same as Saturday. We went to the mall, and I got a bunch of cool accessories I was going to wear to school today. I had to leave Canterlot that afternoon. I scrutinized myself in the mirror.

Frilly lavender shoulder purse? Check.

Manestyle in place from Saturday? Check.

Appropriate makeup? Check.

Earrings? Check.

Necklace to match the earrings? Check.

I ran out of the bathroom and all the way to school. Gummy had given me a track running lesson yesterday, and even though I was a slow, overweight runner, I'd gotten faster.

I had eaten tons of candy and did ZERO exercises over the weekend and I had lost weight, but gained it back, plus more. More as in fifteen pounds more. Like I had predicted, I weighed 225 pounds.

I squeezed through the door and sat down in my chair. Diamond Tiara smirked and said, "Whoa, Silver Shovel, it looks as if you gained weight over the weekend! And I know you're trying to look fashionable, but your new outfit makes you look uglier and fatter than you know you already are. What's your style, you obese pig? The Fat, The Bad Looking, And The Unfashionable?"

Noi laughed so hard, she fell out of her seat and started rolling on the ground.

I ignored them both. They weren't worth it, plus class was soon starting.

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I was home in my room eating a super healthy weight loss bar. Gummy had sent a pack of them to me in the mail. I was about to check my email.

Gummy had sent me three exercise tips. I used them.

Two weeks later, I weighed 197 pounds. Twenty-eight pounds were lost! I mean, I still had an enormous potbelly and wide, fat hips, but the jiggly, visible fat rolls on my hooves were nearly gone. And I was getting slimmer, plus my belly was getting less noticeable by the week. I still got stuck in doorways sometimes, but very less often.

I was so happy. All I ever wanted was to be slim! And I almost had it!!

I even found a saddle that could fit my waist at a fashion store and I wore it to school today. Diamond Tiara looked envious. She still continued her "Porky Pig" and "Fashionable Fattie" comments but it eventually got to the point where Miss Cheerilee heard her and she got into detention every day after school for a week last week. EAT YOUR HEART OUT, DIAMOND TIARA!!!!!!!!!!!

I felt like a beauty queen every day. A skinny, fashionable beauty queen that never had trouble getting what she wanted. Ms. S'mores's weight-loss email tips and her awesome weight loss bars sent to me in the mail were working like a charm. I was soon going to be 150 pounds, then 120, then my goal: 90. I'll still weigh a little more than most of the girls in my class, but, whatever. Better than 225 pounds.

Most ponies would think that losing twenty-eight pounds in two weeks was impossible. But the bars and emails worked their magic on me, along with the THREE square meals I started to eat per day, plus the daily jog around Ponyville. I'm getting less fat quickly, and not even Diamond Tiara and her stupid, immature, lame fatty chocolate cupcake tricks could stop me.

After school, I went out the door without getting stuck, but DT held her head high and sniffed in my direction. I completely ignored her, secretly wishing she couldn't see where she was going so she could ram into the gate and land flat on her face.

Because, unlike Diamond Tiara, Ponyville Silver Spoon was all thought, and no action.

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"Silver Spoon, can you please hand me that stick of butter on the counter top?" I had hired a new cook, Blossomforth. She was much prettier and younger than the hag I used to have and cooked much better meals. Right now, I was helping her cook one of her fave desserts-mint chocolate cake.

I gave her the room-temperature stick of butter and she stirred it with the rest of the ingredients. She mixed them with a mechanical hoof-mixer, poured it in a pan, and popped it into the oven.

After dinner, me, Fern, and Blossom each got a piece of cake.

"This cake has 38 percent less calories, and it has the most healthy chocolate in it, dark chocolate!" Blossom told us as she took a dainty bite.

We finished our slices, and I brushed my teeth and went to bed.

And I dreamed about being the skinniest, most popular filly at school.

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