My hands trembled as i stared at the steaming bowl of oatmeal. Yesterday had been so fantastic; Shaun had relented and given me a "cheat day" on which i could eat (or not eat, rather) whatever i wanted. I'd counted fruit calories (which Jacob had insisted weren't really calories), because god dammit, they are CALORIES, and done just fine on three pieces of fruit and two bowls of cereal, but today... Today i had to try again.
"He never told you that you have to try again today," Ana said, finding the loophole as always.
"It was understood," i replied. "It didn't need to be said."
She shook her head violently. "Oh no it wasn't. Remember, you asked if you could have cheat days--days, plural!--and he said yes. You said that yesterday would be one of them. Nothing was said about today."
I smiled slightly. Maybe she was right... But then i sighed and shook my head. I couldn't be that deceitful with him; it wouldn't be right. "What about a compromise?" i asked.
She raised her eyebrows. "What's that?" she asked.
"I count fruit calories again today, but still go up to 600 at least. Then you both can be happy, yes?" Ah, i loved it when the house was well-stocked with fruit, but my heart sunk when i thought that it still wouldn't make either of them happy. Ana would object to that many calories, and Shaun would object to that little "actual food," since apparently, fruit wasn't food.
Ana rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said, surprising me with her lack of fight, "But you're working out an hour today again."
"Of course," was my reply.