Part three of the Gluttony Saga. Like the Twilight Saga, but with less sparkly vampires, and more um… demons… and food… and gluttony… yeahhhh. 😉 Also, I really want to try a good, non fatty alfredo. I’m not holding my breath. 😉
“I’m so full!” Mirena sighed, sitting back in the chair at the restaurant she was at with her agent. They had gone out for a business lunch, and Mirena had ordered her normal grilled chicken salad, dressing on the side, and a to go box for the half of the salad that she was unable to finish. And of course, their normal bottle of white.
This time, however, Mirena had eaten not just her salad, but a full alfredo main afterwards, along with a slice of cheesecake… and not only their normal bottle of white, but an extra one as well.
“Not caring about the diet darling?” her agent asked, highly amused.
“I’m just starving. I don’t understand it.”
“You aren’t pregnant are you?” her agent sat back, a slight frown on her face.
“No, no. I just suddenly have an appetite, I think. I’m not even purging half the things I eat, it’s terrible.”
“Well as a health and image conscious agent, I need to warn you that purging is bad, blah blah blah.” The agent shrugged and sat back, sipping on her glass of wine.
“Hah, yes. Shall we?” Mirena smiled, standing up. She bit back a groan, as her clothes were just a bit too tight after her feast. She made plans to immediately throw up the food she had consumed if she wanted to remain in her chosen profession.
Later that night…
Mirena had dug out an old pair of sweatpants, as all her current pants were just a smidgen too tight. She sat back watching the television while eating a bag of microwave popcorn, something she hadn’t indulged in since she was a teenager. “I forgot how good this tasted!” she had exclaimed after the first fistful.
She had started on the popcorn after devouring a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey Ice Cream.
Inside, the model was crying. She didn’t know what was possessing her, but she couldn’t get enough. She ate until she was practically sick, and then an hour she was eating again. If she wasn’t eating, she was drinking – already she had consumed almost half a fifth of vodka mixed with redbull. She was wired, and still eating, and her clothes weren’t fitting…
Somehow, she knew something was wrong. But she didn’t stop consuming, and in her ears whispered a voice telling her that all the food and alcohol she was consuming was only the start of something fabulous.
A month later…
“Mirena, where have you been darling? You’ve cancelled all the jobs we had on the line, and I haven’t seen you.”
The once svelte supermodel looked at herself in the mirror. Her stomach, which had been flat and almost defined, now stuck out a little bit. Her ‘thigh gap’ was steadily disappearing, and her face was showing the bloat of someone who had been on a month long bender. Except, in Mirena’s case, it had been food and drink.
“I needed a break. And listen, that’s why I’m calling you…” She no longer had any clothes that would fit. But no matter how hard she tried to stop, or how she forced herself to exercise, she still couldn’t stop eating. After a few weeks, she hadn’t wanted to.