I guess this could be a tag-along to the other. It was written on the same day.
She stares at the sale. 46 kg stares back at her. She knows that she should be happy. She's finally reached the goal weight that the team at the hospital set for her. She knows he would be proud of her. He'd call her lovely and take her out dancing to celebrate. Yet the 6 keeps making her want to vomit. She feels sick to know that she weighs that much. She likes to stay at 40, if not under. She wants to vomit and almost does, but he's at the door and he'll hear. She could wait until later, but it was likely that he would keep a closer eye on her knowing how paranoid she was when it came to eating. He would also pay extra attention to her eating patters. She frowns, looking in the mirror instead of the numbers that mock her. She could probably distract him for a little while, especially if they ate out or she agreed to clear hte table and do the dishes. Yes, she could do this. She could get back to 40 kg in no time.
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