chapter 3 - failing diet

For the next several days, Lana was back on her diet. Her cravings were constant, but through sheer force of will, she managed to track all of her points, and stay within her points goal every day. She was constantly hungry, but that was how she felt from the start of her diet so that was nothing new for her. What was new was the cravings. The constant cravings.

Despite staying on her diet, she felt a little bloated all week long. Her jeans just seemed a little bit tighter on her. She chalked it up to water weight from eating so much on Saturday though.

That Friday she went for her weekly weigh in. The previous Friday she was at a new low of 164 pounds. Lana took her shoes off and stepped onto the scale, it read 166. She stopped the Weight Watcher's lady from writing it down. Lana stepped off the scale, picked it up, shook it, and stepped back onto it, again 166 pounds. "Fuck!", she exclaimed before she caught herself. The Weight Watcher's lady tried to reassure her, "It's just 2 pounds, it's probably water weight. You can fluctuate 5 pounds or more day to day in just water weight." Lana nodded and went on to work.

For the next 7 days she was even stricter with her diet, not even allowing herself her full points quota every day. Her cravings were as strong as ever, but she somehow willed herself to stay on her diet. That Friday she went in for another weigh in. This time she wore what she thought were lighter clothes and again took her shoes off before stepping onto the scale. After a couple of seconds, the display read, 168 pounds. "OMG" she said. Again, the Weight Watcher's lady tried reassuring her. Feeling dejected, Lana went on into work.

For the next week she practically starved herself, eating so little she was weak with hunger by the end of the week. Her cravings were constant, they never relented. Moreover, she was becoming very irritable and short with her coworkers and husband Chris. That Friday she went in for another weigh in. She took off her shoes and stepped onto the scale. A few seconds later it read, 169 pounds. Lana lost it, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!". The Weight Watchers lady didn't help matters this time, "Are you sure you are keeping up with all your points?", she asked. "YES!!" Lana replied, almost yelling. "I know I am keeping up with all my fucking points!" Lana then stormed out and drove into work.

She worked late that day and didn't get home until just after 10:00 PM. Chris was already asleep having had to go into work very early that morning. Lana's cravings were stronger than ever, and she took a hot shower to try to take her mind off them. When she got out of the shower, she couldn't take it anymore and wrapped her towel around herself and walked into the kitchen.

She opened the pantry. This time there was a large bag of double stuffed Oreos sitting on one of the shelves with a can of cream cheese frosting next to them. She took the Oreos and frosting out and sat them on the kitchen counter. Opening the bag and can, she took out a butter knife and spread a heap of frosting on top of one of them Oreos and stuffed it into her mouth. It was so sweet on her tongue. She smeared some frosting on another one and ate it, then another and another. She had no idea, but Chris had woken up and was hiding in the hall watching her eat. He grew hard watching her spread the frosting on Oreo after Oreo, mindlessly stuffing herself with them.