I woke up around midnight in Ana's strong arms. She held me close as tearless sobs wracked my body, and walked to the bathroom with me, holding my hand as my body rejected the binge that i'd taken in a few hours ago. "You can't handle food anymore, love," she told me. "I've got too strong of a hold on you."
But the emotional pain was too great, and the next day, she did not force me to stick to the ABC plan. She let me run wild, but i didn't eat too much, staying under 1500 Calories for the day and running around outdoors with my young cousin. "An energetic young boy," Ana said. "He'll be good for you to be around more. Help you burn off Calories."
"Back off and let me hurt without thinking about food, Ana," i murmured.
But she didn't. She'd promised never to leave my side, and she was keeping that promise. As much as i claimed to want her gone, it was comforting that she wouldn't leave.