The hard concrete bit into my back, even through the thick yoga mat, but Ana still wouldn't let me stop. "20 more curl-ups," she insisted. I groaned and stuggled and breathed hard, but i managed to get through the workout, my entire body shaking satisfactorily when i was done. "Not bad," Ana murmured the compliment so softly i almost couldn't hear it. But i did hear it, and it made me smile.
I walked through the door to my house, Ana at my side. Unfortunately for me, the only way into the house was through the kitchen. Food called at me from every side. "Eat us! We promise not to make you fat," the cookies begged seductively. "And then eat me," the yogurt whispered. "Stuff me in your mouth, in huge bites. There's no one here to see you do it," the bread said.
I sprinted through the kitchen, rushing away from the lying food. Ana was there to see me do it, and she would kill me if i did. I would kill me if i did. I grabbed the chairs from around the dining room table and made a crazy looking barricade. There was no getting into the kitchen without moving them; hopefully that would help. Ana smiled and told me i'd done a good job, that i'd had a brilliant idea, but the half-sane part of my mind thought it was a bit ridiculous to barricade onesself out of the kitchen. "Oh well," i thought. "It's worth it to not eat."
And i didn't eat! I stayed under 400 Calories for the entire day, a day when i was supposed to have 500. Ana was so happy with me, and i was even happier with me.
"Keep it up, sweetie," Ana said, her voice dripping with honey, the only kind of honey i would ever need. "You're going to be thin in no time, if you just keep it up."
I nodded. "No failing. Ever. Again."