EFFECTIVE WEIGHT LOSS BY M.W.HAMEL
December, 2005
Jenny had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. She had tried exercising regularly, eating healthy, and all the other things the average human does to lose weight. No matter what she tried the reading on the scale remained the same. It was because of all this that Jenny chose the only option left to her in the pursuit of a thinner body. She had to force herself to vomit.
Jenny had it all worked out. She would eat less than two hundred calories for breakfast to get her metabolism going. She continued to exercise regularly but wouldn't consume any other food for the rest of the day. She weighed herself constantly, relishing in every drop. Sometimes in the morning the scale would jump up a pound or two. This made her more determined to stop eating.
The vomiting part came in when she had to eat, such as at family gatherings or out with friends. She would consume until full and then excuse herself to the bathroom, where she would kneel in front of the toilet and shove two fingers down her throat. Vomiting became such a common thing that it was almost like an after dinner mint. It was expected.
Jenny wasn't fat. But when she sat down and exhaled there was a visible belly. Her desire was to slouch and have one continuous, unbulgy line down her whole stomach, uninterrupted at the waistband by any overhang of flesh. The only setback in this goal came when she had to eat.
Sometimes, late at night, with her stomach growling, Jenny would slip downstairs and microwave all kinds of food and eat until her stomach was bursting. She would then proceed to the bathroom, kneel down in front of the toilet, and shove two fingers down her throat. Gradually, she learned to massage the back of her throat in just the right way to begin the vomiting. She also learned that the trick was not to swallow after the initial wave but to keep on working those two fingers. If she swallowed she would have to begin the ordeal all over again. It was best to get as much out at once as possible.
Jenny was still required to eat at the kitchen table with her parents. Whenever she ate in this situation the only thought on her mind was how soon she would be able to puke. Every moment she sat there gave more time for the food in her stomach to be digested. It was imperative that she purged herself as quickly as possible before any calories could be stored away by her body.
Jenny didn't have a psychological aversion to food-she loved to eat. She enjoyed tasting food and stuffing herself. She had a healthy appetite, it was just that most of that appetite ended up being flushed down the toilet. She would go for a whole day without consuming anything and then in the morning gorge on a breakfast large enough for three people. But inevitably, she would head straight to the bathroom after eating. She loved food but didn't want the effects of it.
Her weight fluctuated by a few pounds everyday, going up and down, so she disciplined herself even more. No one in her family seemed to notice. She stood in front of the mirror several times a day, at first disgusted by her stomach and then slowly coming to admire it. Jenny could see the change happening. As her weight decreased her spirits increased. She became more confident and thus more attractive. Guys began to notice her at school. The only thing she wasn't willing to show them was the image of her leaning over the toilet with two fingers down her throat.
Jenny continued vomiting until she reached the shape and weight she wanted. She did not look emaciated but appeared to be an attractive and healthy young woman. She kept vomiting to maintain the desired weight she had achieved through discipline and self-denial.
Jenny heard and read about anorexia, bulimia, and other things like that in her health class, but she never made a connection to herself. It was true--Jenny didn't have a disease or an eating disorder, just a desire to stay thin. And who can blame a young girl for that?