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Chapter #4
Jordan's empty belly
by: Unknown
"Congratulations are in order, Ms. Bennett. Few girls your size make ever make it to the end of the program."
The snide nurses's compliments fall on deaf ears. Jordan's mouth hangs open, her eyes glazed from lack of energy. This regimine had taken everything she had out of her. She'd had been confined to the Summerholt institute for over a month, eating nothing but beta-enriched vegetables and low-calorie fiber paste. Her violent relapse into food addiction had prompted her parents to confine her here.
"You should be pleased with yourself." the bitch continues. "Since you've been here you've reached your weight goal of 284 pounds!"
"I came in at 302." Jordan croaks.
"Well, we at Summerholt believe in keeping our aspirations realistic. Now's a good time for you to return home. The nice reporters have all left the building!."
Had she the strength, Jordan would have lunged out of her wheelchair and clawed the nurse's eyes out. Just an hour ago the staff had been showing her off to the local media as their own success story. Now they were dumping Jordan out so fast her bedsheets were still warm from when she got up.
"Now then, as long as you continue meditating three times a day, and you stick to your three-hour workout regimine and maintain a strict diet as specified in your catalog, you'll find you'll no longer suffer from sudden pangs of hunger." The skinny bitch continues to drone on, her patronizngly sweet voice dripping with pretentiousness.
Jordan looked down at her pudgy hand, which was holding a small container of pills. "How often did Dr. Clark say I should take these?" she manages to whisper.
"Those pills will continue to regulate your brain chemicals to reduce hunger." she answers back. "The doctor told me to tell you he cannot emphasize enough how important it is that your stomach shrinks back to it's original size. We don't want you going on another near-fatel binge, now do we?"
"How long it take to shrink?" Jordan asks. "They taste like sheddings in a hamster's cage."
"Oh, it varies. Trust me, you'll get used to the taste...if you try to maintain a positive attitude." Jordan gets the message. Such a question was unwelcome.
"Alright, Miss Bennett, today's the first day of the rest of your life!" The orderlies beside Jordan hoist her out of her wheelchair and toward the door. Her hollow stomach gurgles as it is jostled upward.
Three seconds later the doors of Summerholt slam shut behind her. She is left alone on the busy city streets, her knees about to buckle from under her own weight. In her purse is a bottle of pills and a big wad of cash from her parents in her purse. That money is set aside for purchasing dozens of overpriced vitamins and exercise equipment from the local GNC.
Jordan cannot believe the hell she has just gone through. For a month she has struggled to conquer her addiction surrounded by uncaring doctors and therapists, her complaints of pain ignored as her stomach walls were slowly eaten away at by it's own acids. Her tongue felt dry and abrasive from eating so much dry, flavorless food. Jordan feared that the second she caught a wiff of real, home-cooked food she would crumble and relapse back into her old routine.
Jordan decides to get in her car and drive straight to the mall, where the GNC is located...
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