"Come on, come on... gotta be in here somewhere..." Mary mutters to herself as she rummages through the box to find something, anything that would help her lose weight. But she finds nothing at all.
"Hell," she grumbles, slamming the box shut and standing up. Thankfully, the clothes she bought for her cow-self still fit her okay, so she wouldn't have to worry about that.
"Okay, so I'm fat. At least I'm not morbidly obese. There's the upside. I just gotta work out intensely, and burn it off. No problem. No problem at all." Thing is, Mary's never been much one for strenuous exercise. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not gonna be able to lose this weight!"
At least, she thinks, not on her own. She can always try something else out, a different animal more prone to physical activity that would allow her to shed these ungainly pounds quicker...