chapter 3

Elena was standing alone in her bedroom. She taken her last final the morning of the day before, and immediately thereafter, took the train back home. Her family had gone on a skiing trip a few days before and would be back in a day or two. Until then, Elena had the house to herself, which was for the best, as she had work to do.

Elena had thought quite a lot about her plan of action while sitting on the train. She realized that her body wouldn't suddenly get out of shape if started off at the same time as synchro practice at the beginning of the next term. As such, Elena decided to take the first portion, maybe a week or so, of her winter break to "jumpstart" (or, jump-slow, as the case would be) her body in order to get the process started. That would mean, no going to the gym, no kale, and so on. Now, on her first morning back home, she figured that it was time to get started. But first, Elena wanted to make sure that her current figure was documented so that she would know what to work back to.

Standing in front of the closet mirror, Elena took a good long look at herself. She was truly a sight to behold. She was wearing perfectly fitted black lace panties and a matching bra. Her large breasts were still her favorite feature, they were just so perfect. Elena, despite what she had chosen to do, was now much more openly proud and vain in regards to her appearance. Continuing to take in the mental image, her flat stomach was possibly even more toned than it had been during her time on the synchro team. Proudly, she had even gotten her thighs down to a size that she preferred, although her ass had happily stayed the same. Finding inspiration, Elena then decided to take an actual picture to make things easier on herself. Using her iPhone, she took selfie, then looked for her scale so she could also add a note about her weight. Elena had never really needed the scale, but once she found it and weighed herself, she was proud to see that she was still the same old 135 lbs. Next, Elena put on some clothes, choosing to go with her loose-fitting and stretchy workout outfit. Before going down to the kitchen, Elena decided to put on one of her thick jacket as well, reasoning that if she could see the results from the first moment, there was no way that she would make it through the day. Liking this train of thought, Elena zipped up the jacket and headed downstairs.

Elena had never eaten anything but healthy her entire life, or at least since she was a kid. Now, she had no idea where to begin, except to look for what she figured fat people ate. Opening the fridge, she looked for something, anything, that would get her started. Looking inside, she saw nothing but the organic food her family had left for her. She did, however, find a carton of whole milk towards the back. It was breakfast time, so perhaps that would have to do.

Elena poured herself a glass, She still didn't quite believe that this scenario was real. Whole milk was like, all fat. Her stomach was already squirming, but a decision was a decision. Pouring herself a large glass, Elena steeled herself for what was to come. She thought of that perfect body that she had just admired a minute ago, but brushed it away. She told herself to think of the money, then took the plunge and started to drink. Elena could feel every gulp going through her system and settling in her stomach. After finishing chugging the glass, she felt disgusted with herself, kinda nauseous, but proud of having taken the first step. That in mind, she figured that she should eat something too, as well as pour herself a second glass of milk.

Elena ended up only having a couple bananas for breakfast. Although up from her usual 1, Elena knew that she would have to up her breakfast game in the future. The 2 large glasses of milk , however, were successful in filling her up. A couple hours later, just as she was finishing digesting, Elena knew she had to have lunch to keep up the momentum. This time, she looked in the freezer and much more applicable items, including a king-size box of frozen orange chicken. Opening it up, she saw that the contents was broken up into 2 conveniently sized bags, which made her decision simple.

20 minutes later, Elena's freshly baked chicken was ready. She hadn't realized how many pieces there were. She sighed and dug out one of her family's large salad bowls to contain it all. She then poured the orange sauce all over the meal. It was a giant mass of food. Covered in the sauce, all that chicken took on the appearance of brightly-colored slop Elena took a deep breath and dug in. From her first bite, she hated it, the chicken was far too sweet and cloying, but she what needed to be done. After 45 minutes of nonstop chicken chewing, Elena finally finished the bowl, which now more closely resembled an orange battlefield rather than a salad bowl. She was beyond stuffed and still kinda nauseous; her jacket felt much tighter as well, but she wouldn't let herself stop or assess the damage until the day was done.

It was early afternoon now. Usually, Elena would just be getting back from the gym to change before going out again. Today, instead, she was laying on the couch, her stomach in pain, while she kept herself from contemplating about what she had just done. Soon enough, the food coma kicked in and she passed out. Waking up a few hours later, the sun had set and Elena lamented about the waste the day had been. No sooner had she thought this before she glumly accepted that it was time for yet another meal. Deciding that she needed to go outside, Elena headed to the Chipotle at the shopping center down the road. Normally, if Elena needed to go there to go shopping or something, she would've at least jogged the half mile, if not walked. Today, however, she had no energy for that, so she chose to drive.

Even a week ago, Elena wouldn't have dreamed of going into a place like this. In fact, she never really went out to eat that much, except to go buy something fresh from the grocery store. Still in her thick jacket and workout pants, Elena walked inside, where she figured out what to do pretty quickly, as it seemed rather intuitive. Before going up to the counter, Elena made the mental decision to get what seemed to be the most unhealthy options. As she told the lady what she wanted, Elena was very proud of herself for her creation. An enormous thing, the burrito was filled with carnitas, fajitas, beans, rice, guacamole, lettuce, and salsa. At the last minute, despite all of her health instincts, Elena had cheese and sour cream put in it as well. Elena had enough sense to know that eating it could end up being messy endeavor, so she ordered it to go.