So here we are the fiction I have been talking about for a few weeks now. This is a little different for me. I have written about a former overweight Bella, but not a current one. I, like many of you struggle with my weight. I have been really thin and sadly, huge. This fiction isn't written about me or my struggles. Its just a story for you to enjoy. However if you find inspiration from my words to face your weight demons, then I am glad you found this.
I will only say this once as it is widely know that I do not own Twilight or its wonderful characters, however this plot is completely mine and I do not give anyone permission to copy it.
Set back, get comfortable and enjoy the story I have to share.
"Rose, is it sad that we only watch the first and last episode of "The Biggest Loser?"
"No, what is sad is that we watch them both while eating Ben and Jerry's."
Rose and I are step sisters. My dad married her mother after they each went through nasty divorces. Lucky for us, we got along from day one. Once we graduated high school, we decided to find an apartment together and that's how it's been the last few years.
"See they make it look so easy, like all you have to do is work out until you puke and then eat bird seed and the weight falls off and you have a model's body."
I don't know why we watch this show. I always felt really good watching the first episode because most of the contestants were much bigger than me. However, when they revealed what they look like today, it always made me mad at myself.
Rose looked over at me cocking her eyebrow, "Hey, I could so lose weight like these guys if I had someone who cooked my food and a personal trainer. However, I have a real job to pay my real bills."
Rose was right. We both had jobs that we were expected to show up to every day. And let's face it; with what the county was paying us, a personal trainer wasn't in the budget. Our dad was the currently elected sheriff here in Port Angeles and our Uncle Marcus was the chief of police.
Rose worked in the garage as the head mechanic and I worked in the evidence room, making sure the evidence for cases stayed with the correct case numbers. Everyone knew who our dad and uncle were, so no one messed with us and if they said anything about our weight it never made it back to us. We both really loved what we did. Rose was a natural at cars and I loved not having to face people every day.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Dr. Banner's office called to remind you of your appointment tomorrow." Rose had been after me to have my yearly exam.
It had been several years since I had been to the doctor. With no boyfriend or the prospect of one, the need for STD testing and birth control wasn't an issue. When my mother found out that I had been having headaches and feeling very tired, she questioned when the last time I had seen the doctor. Let's just say that my ass still hurts from the ass chewing I got from both of our mothers.
My mother and Rose's mother were actually best friends. They had been since they were in grade school. They refused to let some man come between them.
When I called Dr. Grundy's office, the lady informed me that Dr. Grundy had retired and a Dr. Banner had taken over for him; thus, leaving me to have an appointment with Dr. Banner.
I hated going to the doctor's office. The first thing they do is make you stand on the scale and see how fat you really are. I didn't need this skinny ass nurse tell me what I already knew.
"Dr. Banner will be in shortly," the nurse said as she left me sitting on this paper covered table in nothing but paper cloths that didn't cover nearly as much as I would have liked. I watched as my feet swung back and forth. I wasn't one for polished toe nails; I mean who will see them anyway. Still they looked like I took a hack saw to them with their broken edges and unkempt cuticles. The knock on the door caused me to sit up straight and pull the paper gown closer to my chest.
"Good morning, I'm Dr. Banner." A middle aged man with silver rimmed glasses and dark hair. His shirt and tie were gray and his pants black. His white lab coat hung to his knees and the lettering on his left pocket spelled out his name and then several letters that I had no idea what they meant.
"I see here that you prefer to be called Bella is that correct?
"Yes." I nodded.
"Alright then, Bella, good to meet you." He stuck out his hand for me to shake.
"It's been a while since you have been in. What specifically brought you to us today?"
When I called to make my appointment, the lady that answered the phone told me that based on my symptoms the nurse felt we should have some labs drawn. I had gone that day and had my blood drawn; that was an experience I liked to forget.
"Well I've been having these headaches on and off for a while, but mostly I'm really tired all of the time."
Dr. Banner wrote a few things in my chart and then placed it on the desk and crossed his arms.
"Bella, since this is the first time I'm visiting with you, I have to find out what kind of person you are."
I gave him a questioning look.
"What I mean by this is, are you the type of person who needs to have your hand held while I tell you that the world is a happy place full of rainbows and unicorns, or are you the type that wants the short version, regardless of the words I use?"
I laughed as he finished his statement. I knew exactly what he was talking about. My best friend, besides Rose was the type who needed her hand held.
"I'm a shoot-from-the-hip-kind-of-gal Dr. Banner."
He lowered his arms and smiled at me as he spoke. "Fine….Your blood work shows me that your cholesterol is up and your urine is positive for sugar….Your blood pressure today is quite elevated and I don't have to tell you that your weight is at an obese level."
I didn't respond only because I was now scared. Why would there be sugar in my urine?
"Now the elevation in your blood pressure would certainly explain the headaches and the sugar in your urine tells me that we need to test you for possible diabetes."
I could feel my heart taking up residence in my throat, diabetes? That would mean shots and needles and we don't get along. At all.
"Bella, I can order every test in the world and tell you that you are killing yourself by keeping this weight on. But that will do nothing to fix the problem if you aren't willing to do your part."
I lowered my head and began to shake it back and forth.
"Talk to me Bella, tell me what you're thinking."
I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath, and then I raised my head back up. "I thought I was only coming here to get a pap smear and have you tell me to get glasses, maybe tell me to increase my iron intake." I began to laugh as I listen to my own voice.
"What's so funny Bella?"
"The funny part is that I don't have a boyfriend to have to worry about having a pap smear. I thought this visit was going to be a huge waste of time." Dr. Banner removed his stethoscope from his pocket and moved toward me.
"Not having a current boyfriend isn't a free pass from having a pap smear; some STDs can take a while to show up…."
"Not if you're still a virgin." My words cutting him off.
"No, you're correct there, so no pap smear today. But we can deal with the real issues right now."
So as I made my way out of his office with the information he had given me swirling around in my head, I nearly missed the bright pink flyer that was sitting under my wiper blade of my car.
Real time fitness
Under new management
For a limit time, new patrons receive 90 days free and consult with a personal trainer.
I tossed the flyer on the coffee table as I flopped down beside Rose. She was watching our favorite after work show, "Maury". Today's topic, cheating boyfriends…
"If I ever caught Royce cheating on me, I would never take him on this show. I'd cut off his balls and feed them to him."
Royce was Rose's longtime boyfriend. He was several years older than her, but she didn't seem to care. His looks left something to be desired, with his beer belly and his receding hair line. They weren't your typical couple as they would go weeks without seeing each other. As far as I knew they had never slept together as he had never stayed over here. And since he still lived with his mother, I doubt that anything ever happened at his house.
"You know what sounds really good for dinner?" Rose questioned as she muted the television. I turned to her, waiting for her to tell me.
"McDonalds." Was her single word answer. "But in order to have it, I would have to get off this couch and I'm just not willing to do that, so pizza or Chinese? Cause they deliver."
I looked at Rose and listened carefully to her words. I had said the very same thing time and time again. I looked around the house and truly noticed how we had eight different two liter bottles of soda on the kitchen counter. Four boxes of doughnuts on the top of the refrigerator and I knew we had just filled the freezer with Ben and Jerry's that was on sale for buy one get one. Dr. Banner was right. I had to change this, so I told Rose what he had told me about my test results.
"Diabetes?….Bella?...wh-what are you gonna do?"
I turned my entire body to face hers and took her hand in mine. "I'm going to start taking better care of myself." I grabbed the flyer and handed it to her. "I'm going to go down there tomorrow and try it out for the ninety days. Dr. Banner gave me two weeks to lose five pounds. He said if I showed him that I was trying he would hold off on giving me medication."
I looked her directly in the eye. "Rose, I realized today that I have things I want to do. Places I want to visit….Hell, I even want to wear a sexy little dress at your wedding to Royce." I laughed as I spoke the latter while Rose only rolled her eyes.
"The point I am trying to make is I want to be in complete control of my life, not ruled by what I eat and do."
I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, standing in the middle of it I held out my arms, "Rose we have lived here for more than five years and we have yet to use that stove and the only thing that goes in the refrigerator is the left over take out we buy."
Rose walked over to where I was. I watched as she looked around the kitchen, the wheels clearly turning inside her head. She opened the freezer and then looked back at me.
"Your right Bella, we have seventeen tubs of ice-cream in here."
I watched as she looked in the cabinets that were full of chips and crackers. "How much weight do you have to lose Bella?" She didn't take her eyes off the bags of cool ranch Doritos as she questioned me.
I quickly swallowed and then took a deep breath before I answered her. "I was two hundred and eight pounds in Dr. Banner's office today."
Rose spun on her feet, her eyes wide as she looked at me. Then she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. I slowly walked down the hall to see if she was alright. As I approached the door, she suddenly flung the door open her shirt still being pulled over her head. She rushed past me and headed back into the kitchen. I watched as she pulled a trash bag from under the sink and began to toss the chips and crackers into it.
"Rose what are you doing?"
She dropped the bag and faced me. "That scale said I was two hundred and forty seven pounds Bella." She resumed tossing the chips into the trash bag.
"Rose talk to me, what is going on with you?"
She paused, "Bella, there is a chance that I have the same issues as you do….And even if I am perfectly healthy, I refuse to let you be this hot little number standing beside me at my wedding."
She wrapped me in a hug as she continued. "I need to make changes too Bella…. Real changes and you have just given me the inspiration to make those changes. Starting with what I put inside of my body."
She released me and resumed her work with the chips.
"First, I am going to get every crumb of junk food out of this house and give it to the homeless shelter. Then we are going down to that gym and sign up. We are going to come home and make a healthy dinner on the stove that we pay for every month. Finally, to get us both inspired, we are heading over to Target and getting some clothes to work out in, because I know I don't have anything in my closet that will work."
I smiled at her and then joined her in removing the junk food that was in our kitchen. "We are really doing this?"
"Yes sis, we are really doing this….together." She held out her pinky finger.
We have always had a promise between each other that when something was important, we sealed it with a pinky swear.
"Together." I replied hooking my pinky with hers.
So there is the first chapter. At this point in time I don't have a posting schedule as my betais trying to finish up her school work. I would love to get a chapter out twice per week, but there are no guarantees. Don't forget to come by my face book page and see the wonderful work that Holly does for us.
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