Chapter Two: Readying For the Olympics And Bullemia
Kimberly Ann Hart Scott stood in the living room of her new rented apartment. Jason had graduated from high school with flying colors, and instead of going to college like he'd always planned, he got a job as a fire fighter. Kimberly was very proud of him. They'd rented this great little apartment in San Fran, and Kimberly was three weeks into training for the Olympics. She was going to go just this year, and then they were going to start their family. She wanted to win so bad, she could taste it, but she wanted a family with Jason more. So it was this one shot. She knew she could do it. And Kat had been OK, she had to go through physical therapy for her injured back. She was reputed to be doing fine.
She had gotten a new coach, and he was way better than Coach Schmidt. He was one of the best around. Kimberly loved David Blair. He was great, the only thing was, Kim was having problems with her weight. He had told her when she first started that she had been a little overweight, and she'd been trying to keep it down since then. She was pretty sure that she'd been able to keep the fact that she'd been puking up most of her food from her husband.
Jason entered the living room to wrap his arms around her. Jason was another thing that David had a problem with. He felt that Jason was taking up too much of her time. She had been frigid on that part of her life, however, and told him that Jason was her husband, so she was still going to make time for him. He kissed her. ''Are you OK? You barely ate any dinner last night. It was spaghetti and meatballs, your fave.''
Kimberly sighed and leaned against him. It was getting harder to keep her weight loss from him. ''I've just been so tired, working for the Olympics. I have this one shot, Jase, we agreed on that. I'm just trying to work as hard as I can.''
Jason just nodded and kissed her. ''OK, well, I've gotta go to the firehouse. I'll be back in a couple of days. I love you.'' He kissed her and left.
She sighed again and went upstairs to train, she was going to do 150 pushups before going to bed. She had to get up at 3:30 in the morning so she could be at the gym at five in the morning. Kimberly was glad that she had been given this chance, but she was having so much trouble keeping up. She was hungry all the time, and it was hard, making up excuses for not eating. But even thinking about eating made her nauseous.
She reached her room and began exercising. She was going to make it. No matter what it took.
The next morning, Kimberly awoke and started to get ready. She got dressed in her leotard and ate some ice chips and went out to the car to drive to David's gym. When she got on the scales, David was very proud of her. She only weighed ninety pounds. It was actually underweight. She was only five feet. She was the tiniest she'd been in her entire life, and it still wasn't good enough.
Kimberly worked all day on her routines, wearing herself out. Every time she did one, even if she did it perfectly, David made her do it again. She was rehearsing on the bars when she felt dizzy and nauseous. She stopped and nearly fell. Brenda, one of the coaches, hurried to her side. ''Kim, are you OK?''
The tired gymnast wasn't sure what to reply. She obviously wasn't, but she couldn't tell Brenda that. ''I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I just need a drink of water.'' She slid off the beam and nearly lost her balance, she was so dizzy.
Brenda hastened to help her before David caught on to Kimberly's dizziness. ''You are looking so much thinner, honey. Are you sure you're eating right?''
Kimberly shrugged off Brenda's help, not wanting the older woman to realize how skinny she was. ''I'm fine, really.'' She walked unsteadily to the bathroom to splash some water on her face to avoid further questioning.
When she finally went home for the day, she went on the balcony of their apartment and started doing chinups on the bar that Jason had installed. She did 200 of them before she had to stop because she was feeling too weak. She nearly fell to the stone floor of the balcony, but she managed to let go and land safely on her feet.
She went inside to get some ice chips. When she did, the phone rang. She knew it was Jason; they didn't know many people yet who would be calling. She answered it. ''Hello, Scott residence.''
It was indeed her husband. ''Hey, baby. How's the training going? Did you eat something?'' Jason's wonderfully sexy voice asked her.
So he had been noticing that she hadn't been eating. She tried to concentrate on the conversation. ''I'm fine, Jason. Really. The training's going fine. David thinks I've got a real shot at winning the gold.'' Her vision was blurry, and she was about to pass out from a lack of food.
Jason replied, ''That's great, Kim! Are you sure you're getting enough sleep? I'm going to be home by tomorrow night, and if you're not getting enough sleep you're going to have to cut back a little on something. You're not going to win anything if you're too tired.''
Kimberly closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. Her vision had been spinning. Now it was steady. She said, ''I'm fine, Jase, really. I love you, OK? I actually need to go lie down. I've got a bit of a headache.'' This was partly to get away from Jason's questions and partly true. She did have a headache.
Jason said, ''OK, I love you, baby. Get some rest.'' After telling her he loved her again, Jason hung up. He was really worried about her. He wasn't sure she was taking care of herself. He just wished that he could do something about it..............
At their home, Kimberly Ann Hart Scott was in the kitchen, stuffing her growling stomach with as much food as she could get into her mouth. Grapes, fried chicken, bread. After about a minute or two of this, she ran across the apartment to the bathroom, where she preceded to throw up in the toilet. After she was through, she sat back on the floor, leaning against the wall. She couldn't do this anymore. But she couldn't give up her dream, either. She felt alone and confused. What was she going to do?
Kimberly Ann Hart Scott stood in the living room of her new rented apartment. Jason had graduated from high school with flying colors, and instead of going to college like he'd always planned, he got a job as a fire fighter. Kimberly was very proud of him. They'd rented this great little apartment in San Fran, and Kimberly was three weeks into training for the Olympics. She was going to go just this year, and then they were going to start their family. She wanted to win so bad, she could taste it, but she wanted a family with Jason more. So it was this one shot. She knew she could do it. And Kat had been OK, she had to go through physical therapy for her injured back. She was reputed to be doing fine.
She had gotten a new coach, and he was way better than Coach Schmidt. He was one of the best around. Kimberly loved David Blair. He was great, the only thing was, Kim was having problems with her weight. He had told her when she first started that she had been a little overweight, and she'd been trying to keep it down since then. She was pretty sure that she'd been able to keep the fact that she'd been puking up most of her food from her husband.
Jason entered the living room to wrap his arms around her. Jason was another thing that David had a problem with. He felt that Jason was taking up too much of her time. She had been frigid on that part of her life, however, and told him that Jason was her husband, so she was still going to make time for him. He kissed her. ''Are you OK? You barely ate any dinner last night. It was spaghetti and meatballs, your fave.''
Kimberly sighed and leaned against him. It was getting harder to keep her weight loss from him. ''I've just been so tired, working for the Olympics. I have this one shot, Jase, we agreed on that. I'm just trying to work as hard as I can.''
Jason just nodded and kissed her. ''OK, well, I've gotta go to the firehouse. I'll be back in a couple of days. I love you.'' He kissed her and left.
She sighed again and went upstairs to train, she was going to do 150 pushups before going to bed. She had to get up at 3:30 in the morning so she could be at the gym at five in the morning. Kimberly was glad that she had been given this chance, but she was having so much trouble keeping up. She was hungry all the time, and it was hard, making up excuses for not eating. But even thinking about eating made her nauseous.
She reached her room and began exercising. She was going to make it. No matter what it took.
The next morning, Kimberly awoke and started to get ready. She got dressed in her leotard and ate some ice chips and went out to the car to drive to David's gym. When she got on the scales, David was very proud of her. She only weighed ninety pounds. It was actually underweight. She was only five feet. She was the tiniest she'd been in her entire life, and it still wasn't good enough.
Kimberly worked all day on her routines, wearing herself out. Every time she did one, even if she did it perfectly, David made her do it again. She was rehearsing on the bars when she felt dizzy and nauseous. She stopped and nearly fell. Brenda, one of the coaches, hurried to her side. ''Kim, are you OK?''
The tired gymnast wasn't sure what to reply. She obviously wasn't, but she couldn't tell Brenda that. ''I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I just need a drink of water.'' She slid off the beam and nearly lost her balance, she was so dizzy.
Brenda hastened to help her before David caught on to Kimberly's dizziness. ''You are looking so much thinner, honey. Are you sure you're eating right?''
Kimberly shrugged off Brenda's help, not wanting the older woman to realize how skinny she was. ''I'm fine, really.'' She walked unsteadily to the bathroom to splash some water on her face to avoid further questioning.
When she finally went home for the day, she went on the balcony of their apartment and started doing chinups on the bar that Jason had installed. She did 200 of them before she had to stop because she was feeling too weak. She nearly fell to the stone floor of the balcony, but she managed to let go and land safely on her feet.
She went inside to get some ice chips. When she did, the phone rang. She knew it was Jason; they didn't know many people yet who would be calling. She answered it. ''Hello, Scott residence.''
It was indeed her husband. ''Hey, baby. How's the training going? Did you eat something?'' Jason's wonderfully sexy voice asked her.
So he had been noticing that she hadn't been eating. She tried to concentrate on the conversation. ''I'm fine, Jason. Really. The training's going fine. David thinks I've got a real shot at winning the gold.'' Her vision was blurry, and she was about to pass out from a lack of food.
Jason replied, ''That's great, Kim! Are you sure you're getting enough sleep? I'm going to be home by tomorrow night, and if you're not getting enough sleep you're going to have to cut back a little on something. You're not going to win anything if you're too tired.''
Kimberly closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. Her vision had been spinning. Now it was steady. She said, ''I'm fine, Jase, really. I love you, OK? I actually need to go lie down. I've got a bit of a headache.'' This was partly to get away from Jason's questions and partly true. She did have a headache.
Jason said, ''OK, I love you, baby. Get some rest.'' After telling her he loved her again, Jason hung up. He was really worried about her. He wasn't sure she was taking care of herself. He just wished that he could do something about it..............
At their home, Kimberly Ann Hart Scott was in the kitchen, stuffing her growling stomach with as much food as she could get into her mouth. Grapes, fried chicken, bread. After about a minute or two of this, she ran across the apartment to the bathroom, where she preceded to throw up in the toilet. After she was through, she sat back on the floor, leaning against the wall. She couldn't do this anymore. But she couldn't give up her dream, either. She felt alone and confused. What was she going to do?