"Ugh, i feel like i've been hit by a freight train," i groaned.
Ana just laughed. "No you don't. If you felt that bad, you wouldn't want to eat."
"I don't want to eat," i lied, but her glare silenced me. "Give me a binge day, Ana."
"NO! What the hell do you think that that would help? No. No. And again i'll say it: NO!"
"Please, i feel like shit."
"Shit doesn't eat."
"Ana... You know what i mean."
"But i don't care," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I'm too tired to not eat--and i just woke up. I can't go through the whole day this tired."
"What, are you weak?"
We went on arguing like that for the better part of a half hour, during which time i refused to take my diet pill. "I just want to eat normally for one day," was my reasoning.
"You don't know how to eat normally. You can only restrict or binge; there is no normal for you," Ana argued. "If i give you your 'normal' day, you'll turn it into a binge day."
I sighed. That was why i'd started out asking for a binge day. Now i was willing to budge a bit and make it a day of normal eating instead of a binge. "I'll try really hard not to," i promised. "You can help me."
"I'm not helping you with that; you're on your own," Ana told me and stomped out the door, her stomps barely making any noise because she was so tiny... I wanted that, but, alas, the peanut butter jar was calling my name. I sighed and obeyed it's voice, feeling guilty the entire time.