"Forget about yesterday," i said softly. "So what if i binged a little bit on that stupid bag of candy. Just forget it. I'll do so much better from now on."
"I've heard that before," was Ana's bleak reply.
I shrugged. "Well you know i still have a deficit for yesterday and the day before combined. And my hair started falling out in the shower again, so i must still be making some progress, right?"
"Not as much as you would have."
I sighed. "I'm under a lot of fucking stress right now, Ana. Give me a break!"
"No! I don't do breaks, Jo! Either you're with me or you're not. You might want to take a break from Brandon so you can sort out your feelings, and he might be semi-ok with that, but I. Am. Not."
"I'm not taking a break from Brandon... Not yet..."
"You're not taking a break from me either," she hissed. "Coffee for breakfast, Red Bull for lunch, sleep through dinner. Got it?"
I nodded. "I'll try..."
"No, you'll either do it or you'll fail miserably; there is no in between."
I nodded again. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Sweetie, you've gotta stop using stress as an excuse to eat," she told me, her voice softening a bit. "Even if it was a good excuse, it'd still make you fat. You've gotta stop it. You can't eat; you just can't."
"I know. I won't eat today; i promise. I'll actually make it through a fast this time."
"Good," she said, putting her arms around me. "Yes, very good. Don't let me down this time."