FATTYTOBER: DAY 6 - CHALLENGE

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At Amy's house…

“Alright Amy, it’s time you get serious about this.” Amy walks toward her refrigerator, with a big black bag in hand. Filled to the brim with junk and fatty food, all the food she would have eaten that day was stored and ready to be eaten.

But today that was not going to happen. For Amy, she has proposed herself a challenge that will push her to her limits in another attempt to lose some of the weight she had been gaining, not only the one caused by her cravings but also the one caused by her inactivity too.

That injury had really left her hurt, so much so that even a week after, she was still unable to run. Walking was her only option, and even that hurt to do at times. Which, as she had learned in recent days, had made her weight gain much worse.

So, in a desperate attempt to do something about it, she had come up with a challenge that would surely cure her of her addiction. It was rather simple; she would simply not eat any of the food in the bag for an entire day.

And as she placed the bag in the refrigerator, she said to herself.

“A day with no junk food—how hard can it be?”

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As it turns out, harder than she could have ever imagined. To say that this day had been torture for her would be an understatement. There hadn’t been a second when the poor pink hedgehog wasn’t begging for someone to end her self-inflicted torture.

It only took her eating her breakfast to realize how much of a mistake this challenge had been. As she digested the horrible combination that was cottage cheese with pineapple, followed by a glass with egg yolks. She couldn’t stop herselffrom remembering what a great breakfast she had yesterday: five stacks of pancakes covered from tip to toe in maple syrup, followed by two glasses of fruit shakes.

And similar events happened the rest of the day she ate anything. She could be eating a salad, dishes made out of veggies, or whatever the internet had told her was healthy, and her mind would be remembering past feasts and dinners. From burgers the size of her fist to quesadillas for every day of the week to milkshakes for every hour of a day.

She would never finish any of her food, for her mind would get too distracted, thinking about how much it wanted to be filling her stomach with the food she had placed in the freezer.

She was so desperate that she had started to imagine things that hadn’t even happened yet, just to cope with the lack of food. She imagines herself being in bed, eating and eating and eating some more until she suddenly can't—

“1 Minute before 12:00 PM,” read her alarm she had put on her phone. She couldn’t believe it. It seemed that her fantasies and memories had pushed her long enough to win her own challenge.

And as the seconds pass, Amy comes up with a great idea to celebrate the occasion. So, as the seconds pass.

“30 Seconds before 12:00 PM”

And she gets closer to that cold brink in her kitchen.

“15 Seconds before 12:00 PM”

A thought crosses through her head that will make sure no force in the universe will be able to stop her from what she's about to do.

“You deserve this, Amy.”

Amy opens the fridge and sees the bag; her mouth salivates, and one second later, she stretches her arm to reach for it. She hears it.

“It is now 12:00 PM.”

It's time to have a feast.

She grabs the bag from the refrigerator, and with a strength that will surely cause her pain tomorrow morning, she runs towards her room and lies down on her bed. She grabs chunks of food as if they were chips from a bag, like the ones that lay at the foot of her bed.

She eats and eats and eats some more until suddenly… She has finished the bag. Feeling stuffed and dirty, the pink hedgehog gets up and walks towards her bathroom to take a shower. But for how long will she be able to do it before the consequences of her actions catch up to her?

As she cleans herself from the mess she had made while feasting, that voice from the back of her mind comes back one last time, with a new idea.

“You know, I think I can go for seconds.”

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TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW IN “CHALLENGE”

“And remember ladies, there’s no such thing as a size to big”