After the little "incident" I knew that turning down food and candy was going to be easy. I remember feeling that I had so much power in my hand. 

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I got to where every time I ate a meal, I would only eat one course. I refused myself to have seconds or even thirds, even when I really really really wanted to. 

Every time I got done eating, even when I was eating, I would head to the bathroom. At first my mom did not think much about it...She still, actually was going on with the "going to be as big as a house" thing. 

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Now, lunch was a different story. I figured out that when I was in school, my mom would not be able to tell if I didn't eat my lunch as long as I came home with an empty lunch box. So I created a system. The system consisted of where on certain days certain people get chips, or cookies, or my sandwich from my lunch box. It always worked out perfectly. 

Now, my best friend Morgan  Richard, did not think so. She noticed that I was losing weight at a tremendous speed. My face to sink in, my ribs was actually starting to show (you could see it through my shirt), I became obsessed with my weigh. Now Morgan was the type of person who loved everybody...well kind of...she was very judgmental, but she would still help you if you needed it. 

Anyway, I started losing so much weight that it actually started scaring Morgan, she would plead to me to eat and sometimes, sometimes I actually ate...but when I actually ate (just for her) I would only eat fruit. Nothing else  but truthfully, I didn't care if Morgan hated the way I was treating my body. It was my body and I was going to do whatever I wanted that made me happy and losing weight? Yeah that made me happy even though I knew it was dangerous. 

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Over time, I started to actually notice the condition my body was in. I started to notice that I was dropping pounds in a drastic way. I mean, I went from wearing a size 8 at the beginning of the year, and weighing 146 pounds, to wearing a size 2 and weighing 102 pounds after about a month. I, at the time did not think that losing this much weight was bad. I thought is was actually a very good accomplishment, while others thought is was not. 

My mom, actually, when I went to a doctor's visit, asked the doctor for my weight. When the doctor told her, my mom actually became concern. After the doctor visit, she actually came up with a rule tat I was not allowed to go to the bathroom after I got done eating. She told me, "You are not going to the bathroom to throw up the food that I cook for you." What she didn't know, was that I was actually not throwing up my food. I could not, and even today, I can not stand to throw up my food. 

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Over time, not only did my new small life start to affect me, but it also started to have and impact on my two younger sisters (I have three sisters, but my younger sister was oblivious to the whole matter). I would get my sisters to eat my helping during supper (Including my favorite food of all time: Pizza). They would eat my helpings but only if I promised them something...like chores or doing their homework.

My younger sister, Sarah, was probably affected the most. What most people might not know, is that Sarah and I are very close.  We tell each other everything! So when she asked me, one day, what was going on with me, I told her everything; my eating habits, my thought process about the whole thing, etc. She then asked me, what was the point in what I was doing, what was I hoping to achieve...I told her that I was trying to prove to mom that I was not, 'as big as a house' and I was striving to obtain a better, healthier body. This, made Sarah very upset...

With this new way of life, and a new slimmer body, I never felt better. But with every good news, bad news usually follows close behinds.