Vanessa sits on her bed, struggling to find a comfortable position as she flicks through her diary. Proud of her dedication to filling it in on a daily basis, the pages flit by as she scowls at bad days and smiles at days she did herself good service. Shrugging on a cardigan, she felt a breeze stroke her shoulders as she reminisced the good meal times over the last few days.
Breakfast – cereal bar. Gets me up and ready for the day.
Lunch – low fat yoghurt and granola. Keep the momentum up, feel the burn!
Dinner – apple and medium fries. Naughty, punishment meal to come.
A punishment meal for Vanessa, under the new rules she’d written in tbe beginning of the diary, was meant for when a particulary heavy meal was consumed and balance needed to be saught out. To forgive herself for a big binge, she would skip a meal in the same week to catch up. No steps backward were allowed, if one happened it had to be followed with two steps forward.
Breakfast – peppermint tea and small cup of popcorn.
Lunch – packet of chopped apple, miso soup.
Dinner – steamed veg and black coffee.
She filled in today’s calorie intake, wanting to go a step further and take this diet seriously. Pulling the cardigan around her as she slips off the bed, she tiptoes into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, turning the light on only when inside.
Taking off the cardigan, the first thing she loves to see is her light blue skin on her METAL arm. Shapely and the image of hearth, she enjoys admiring its strong and defined lines. Turning, she looks at her own arm, a tiny flap of skin hanging off a boney skeleton. The fruits of her labour, she was never quite happy with what she saw in the mirror. That skin needs to go, its too rotund, too unsightly, too fat.
She lifts her top to count the ribs staring back at her in the reflection and notices the blue permeating her own skin along the join of flesh between hers and the METAL. As if the skin was taking over her own, her complexion had faded and her veins were prominently blue as her enhanced arm sucked the life from her natural body. She loved it.
Tapping the shoulder hard with the flat of her hand to get the blood flowing, she craved the feeling of calorific intake flowing into the arm to feed it. The days of stair climbing and long walks were over, this was the next best thing. METAL, the weight loss miracle. She giggled to herself at the thought of working in their marketing department.
“Vanessa Rexia – Marketing Director for METAL weightloss wordwide.”
Slipping the cardigan back on, it hung from her sallow frame as she turned the light off in the bathroom and pranced back to her room with satisfaction at a job well done, progress has been visible since she got her arm enhanced and someday she would reach her goal weight.