25 kilojoules
Mycroft protested as much as he could but Greg didn't relent. Today they are apparently cleaning out the spare room and all the boxes of files. Important stuff can be kept, trash goes to the bin. Mycroft opened the first box and pulled a face.
"Can't I just throw the whole thing away?"
"No, you might get rid off important stuff," Greg answered.
"Doubt it..." He replied and started going through the contents. He was nearly done when his eye caught a laminated sheet. His fingers slightly shook as he slid it out from the pack, he knew what it was, yet can't believe he was at such a point in his life.
He looked at the sheet and felt the pain of past emotions run through his blood. He stared for some time and it was by chance that Greg noticed something was wrong.
He looked at Mycroft staring at some paper.
"My, what is that?"
"My past, a painful reminder of where I was, yet a token to show how far I've come."
Confused Greg walked over.
Mycroft showed him the sheet and Greg's eyes widened, it was a chart, to show you how many kilojoules is in certain foods and what exercise you must do in order to work it off, for example, one Cinnabon is 720 kilojoules and you need to do 80 minutes of cycling to work it off.
"Please tell me you didn't live according to this," Greg asked in a soft voice.
"Not to this extreme but yes...to some extent."
Greg wet his lips, Mycroft has come so far that he occasionally eat dessert with Greg, and not be bothered by the calories...
"Oh...My..."
"Don't be sorry." Mycroft quickly replied and put the chart down.
"It is not who I used to be, who I am now is a lot happier and content with his life and accepting of who I am."
Greg nodded. They did come far, there's still more to do, but the secret is they will do it together.
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