"Oh no you don't!" Ana jumped in front of me and blocked the doorway.
I sighed. "Just a little bit, please, Ana. I'm actually hungry this time, not just bored."
"Liar," she said with a bit of a teasing smile. "Now sit back down and continue reading your book."
I sat down, but didn't pick up the book. "I actually am hungry," i murmured, sounding much like a pouty two-year old who had been denied a cookie.
Ana gave me a skeptical look. "Hunger," she scoffed, "is all in your head."
"But i haven't even had the full 300 Calories for the day," i continued my argument. "I've still got 30 left."
"And what on earth are you going to eat for only 30 Calories?" Ana asked me. "There's nothing in the entire house with only 30 Calories. No way, uh uh. You are not going out to that kitchen."
"Why not?" i whined, almost making myself ashamed, but not quite.
"Because you know you'll just binge on something if you do." Ana stopped speaking to laugh at my frowny face. "Oh stop it," she said. "You know it's for your own good."
I looked down at the floor. She was right. "Fine," i said, still whining. I picked up my book--Wasted by Marya Hornbacher, the ana-bible--and started to read again.
Ana came and curled up next to me, putting her comforting arms around me. "Good," she whispered in my ear. "Very good."