What's Eating Edith?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 07, 2017

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What’s Eating Edith?

 

Edith stared miserably at the scales. According to them, she had not lost even one pound after three weeks of extreme self-control. They had to be wrong! She stepped off them then back on again but they still read the same.

 

Four weeks of denial for nothing! She had not eaten one biscuit, one cake, and hadn’t even glanced at a bar of chocolate. She’d said no to her friends about meeting up at the fast-food restaurants apart from once – and that had been painful. Her friends had all been tucking in to their burgers and fries, their ultra-frothy coffee and their calorie laden desserts. Edith had made do with an egg salad. The egg had more resemblance to plastic than to anything that had been anywhere near a chicken; the tomato was kind of shrivelled and the lettuce......Let’s just say that she would have thrown it away at least a week before-hand.

 

No, Edith had chosen to stay at home with her celery sticks and apples, her grated carrot and grapefruit. She had shopped in the pricey whole-food stores, blended this with that and forced herself to down the resulting vile concoction. She had taken her vegetable sticks, fruit and low fat yoghurt to work with her and had made up high fibre, low calorie soups for her dinner.

 

She had given up wine, given up soft drinks; she had even cut right back on her caffeine intake. What Edith had drunk was water! Bottles and bottles had been bought and consumed – gallons of the stuff. Perhaps that was what was keeping her weight up......all that fluid.

 

Edith scowled at the scales and pushed them away with her foot. She reached down and picked up the tape measure thinking maybe that would be kinder. It wasn’t! Not one of her measurements had reduced by even as little as a quarter of an inch. If anything, she had to pull that tape that bit tighter to reach her previous ones.

 

That was it. The final straw! Edith put her foot on the pedal of the bin and dropped the tape measure inside it. She picked up the scales, carried them in to her bedroom and pushed them underneath her bed, as far out of easy reach as possible. Then she went downstairs, made herself an extra creamy cup of coffee and munched her way through the best part of a packet of chocolate biscuits.

 

It was another six months before those scales saw the light of day. And Edith was amazed. Once she’d stopped trying, she had managed to lose half a stone!


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