Take two and call me in the morning

Some mornings I'm lucky. I wake up before the house stirs and I feel lucky. I sit quietly (ahhhh, quiet) and I drink coffee and read. Today was a lucky day. I am drinking coffee black enough to peel paint and thumbing through a new magazine. It's not a weight loss magazine or a fitness magazine, which are often my rags of choice. I'm reading the one that was in the grocery check out line with the cute Halloween ideas on the cover and a teaser that reads "five meals in five minutes".

I turned the page and there it was, a two-page spread advertisement. The magic pill.

Did I mention I'm smart? Because I am. Or that I am in the fitness industry? Also, a true statement. And I'm still sucked in. I want the magic pill. Not just a little bit. I mean I want it bad. I'm far enough out of my weight comfort zone that I'm buying bigger clothes. The pill would be cheaper than more new clothes...so I want the pill.

More intriguing to me is that this particular "supplement" is being sold by a fitness professional whom I respect. I think this fitness person is reliable and has a good reputation. In fact, I don't see "SNAKE OIL SALESMEN OF THE YEAR" anywhere on his t-shirt...so I want to buy the pills.

I have a rational brain. My brain is quick, even this early in the morning. My quick rational brain says "no". Actually, I think what it said was "seriously? you think the pills are going to work? really?". And the answer is yes, I seriously, really want the pills.

Its not the pills per se, but the quick fix that I want. I want the 'quick fix no-effort required except swallowing a pill'. That's what I want. The ad doesn't reveal the cost of a miracle. I'm guessing it doesn't come cheap.

In the end, I've opted to not place my order or pull up the website to find out the cost. Telling myself lies about quick fixes and magic pills has subsided for today, hopefully bringing me one step closer to the truth - believing that I am the magic, not the pill.