I shuddered and pushed the glass of salt water away from myself. "Ugh, it's disgusting."
Ana shoved it right back at me. "I don't care. You need it; you've got to clear your body out. You're full of all this shit you've been eating. You need to get rid of it, one way or another."
"Can't i just fast?"
"Well you could," she replied mockingly, "but you won't; you don't have the resolve and you won't lie to your beloved Shaun." Was that a hint of jealousy in her voice? Whatever it was, she was right. I closed my eyes and chugged down the disgusting water. "One more glass," she said, filling it up again.
I shook my head. "No, Ana, i can't."
She held it to my mouth. "You Can!"
I took a few swallows and pushed it away. If it had been making me sick to my stomach, i would have gladly obliged; if it had been doing anything destructive at all, it would have been all right, but all it was doing was tasting horrid. "I've gotta stop. Surely half will have some kind of result."
Ana snorted. "You'd better pray so, you weak, pathetic thing."
Two hours passed, then three, then six. Nothing happened. Ana screamed at me that if i'd been strong enough to drink all the water i would have been just fine. My joints screamed at me that they ached from all the salt. My stomach screamed at me that all that salt was making it retain water and bloat like a horrid, fleshy balloon. My eyes screamed at me to just let them cry.
"Tomorrow," Ana commanded, "You're starting ABC with a minimum of 30 minutes of exercise every day."
I didn't argue. My mind did race to Shaun though. What would he say?
"Don't worry about it," Ana said. "Just tell him the truth when he asks what you ate and how much exercise you did. He's not gonna tally up the Calorie count in his head. You'll be just fine."
I nodded. I needed this.