She told the chefs to stop serving her such rich food, asked a knight to offer her some physical training, and even elected to practice spells to convert her body fat into smoke--which turned out to be a stupid idea when her body started getting so hot that her clothing burned off.
After a few weeks, she did indeed shed a few pounds--four, to be exact. She came to her lair every day exhausted and sore, and craving tons of cake. She just had dreams where she'd eat and eat and eat until her stomach stopped groaning for food, until her cravings went away. She was so hungry that she barely had time to focus on her magic.
When she did have time, she'd have so little juice in her system that she'd either pass out mid-spell or just lose focus, her eyes drifting toward the kitchen for that amazing food she knew laid just out of sight...
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