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now had a gorgeous six-pack. Her arms and legs were beautifully sculpted, too. She looked great and I could see myself looking just as good in the future.
I watched the entire thirty-minute segment, admiring both men and women who had accomplished their goals, and then immediately picked up the phone and dialed the 800 number. A representative answered on the second ring, and I placed my order. She asked for my general mailing information and whether I wanted rush delivery, which I did. Lastly, I gave her my credit card number and expiration date and she said that I should receive my package by the end of next week. I sure hoped that this was true, because as it was, I would then only have seven weeks to work with. Although in the meantime, on Monday, I would drop my carb intake to no more than twenty grams per day and I would start back walking on my treadmill. I would also do as many sit-ups as I could muster and lift a set of free weights every other day. That way, I wouldn’t be so out of shape by the time I started my new program and I could probably lose close to ten pounds in the process.
I felt better already. I knew the road ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but this time I was determined to make it. This time, I was doing it for me and not for anyone else, and that would be a benefit in itself. I didn’t care what my mother or sister would have to say and I wouldn’t let either of them discourage me—the way they had so many times before. They constantly complained about me not losing any weight, but whenever I tried, they always predicted that I was destined to give up. It was almost as if they enjoyed seeing me suffer. As if they wanted me to fail.
But not this time. Not if I could help it. I was in this for the long haul, and I had faith in what I was doing.
Yes, this time I would lose all the weight I needed to lose and I would keep it off forever. I would eat the two apple pies that I’d purchased a bit earlier, but I would pitch the other fries and burger in the trash. Tomorrow I would eat whatever I wanted to and do the same again on Sunday. But come Monday, everything would be different. My whole way of thinking would be changed and I would be a much better person because of it.
I was finally ready to rumble.
More than anything, I wanted to win.
Chapter 9
T AYLOR
I T WAS SO GOOD to finally be home. The bleeding still hadn’t stopped, but at least I wasn’t flowing nearly as much as before. My doctor had called in my iron prescription, so maybe it was already helping me. Either that or I was feeling better because three days had passed and my period was halfway finished.
“I can’t believe you went all the way to California and didn’t go to Santa Monica Beach,” Cameron said, setting down my garment bag.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” was all I said. I wanted to tell him the real reason, but I had this crazy idea that my news might change things between us. Which was interesting, because how could I ever doubt his understanding? Not the man I loved, trusted, and wanted to marry. The man who swore he loved me back. “But you’re better now, though, right?” he said, smiling and pulling me into his arms.
“I am. I’m still a little weak, but definitely better.”
“Good,” he said, caressing my buttocks and kissing me.
The strong passion between us made me quiver. We kissed wildly and forcefully and my body felt like exploding. Oh, how I wanted to make love to this man. How I wanted to feel him inside me. How I wanted to show him that I could be all he would ever need me to be.
“I want you so badly,” he said.
“I know, baby. I want you, too.” I sighed. “But I can’t.”
“Why?”
“It’s that time of the month for me.”
“What?” He groaned.
I could tell he was disappointed. “I’m sorry. It’ll be over in a couple of days, though.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just forgot.”
“Is that why you were
I watched the entire thirty-minute segment, admiring both men and women who had accomplished their goals, and then immediately picked up the phone and dialed the 800 number. A representative answered on the second ring, and I placed my order. She asked for my general mailing information and whether I wanted rush delivery, which I did. Lastly, I gave her my credit card number and expiration date and she said that I should receive my package by the end of next week. I sure hoped that this was true, because as it was, I would then only have seven weeks to work with. Although in the meantime, on Monday, I would drop my carb intake to no more than twenty grams per day and I would start back walking on my treadmill. I would also do as many sit-ups as I could muster and lift a set of free weights every other day. That way, I wouldn’t be so out of shape by the time I started my new program and I could probably lose close to ten pounds in the process.
I felt better already. I knew the road ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but this time I was determined to make it. This time, I was doing it for me and not for anyone else, and that would be a benefit in itself. I didn’t care what my mother or sister would have to say and I wouldn’t let either of them discourage me—the way they had so many times before. They constantly complained about me not losing any weight, but whenever I tried, they always predicted that I was destined to give up. It was almost as if they enjoyed seeing me suffer. As if they wanted me to fail.
But not this time. Not if I could help it. I was in this for the long haul, and I had faith in what I was doing.
Yes, this time I would lose all the weight I needed to lose and I would keep it off forever. I would eat the two apple pies that I’d purchased a bit earlier, but I would pitch the other fries and burger in the trash. Tomorrow I would eat whatever I wanted to and do the same again on Sunday. But come Monday, everything would be different. My whole way of thinking would be changed and I would be a much better person because of it.
I was finally ready to rumble.
More than anything, I wanted to win.
Chapter 9
T AYLOR
I T WAS SO GOOD to finally be home. The bleeding still hadn’t stopped, but at least I wasn’t flowing nearly as much as before. My doctor had called in my iron prescription, so maybe it was already helping me. Either that or I was feeling better because three days had passed and my period was halfway finished.
“I can’t believe you went all the way to California and didn’t go to Santa Monica Beach,” Cameron said, setting down my garment bag.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” was all I said. I wanted to tell him the real reason, but I had this crazy idea that my news might change things between us. Which was interesting, because how could I ever doubt his understanding? Not the man I loved, trusted, and wanted to marry. The man who swore he loved me back. “But you’re better now, though, right?” he said, smiling and pulling me into his arms.
“I am. I’m still a little weak, but definitely better.”
“Good,” he said, caressing my buttocks and kissing me.
The strong passion between us made me quiver. We kissed wildly and forcefully and my body felt like exploding. Oh, how I wanted to make love to this man. How I wanted to feel him inside me. How I wanted to show him that I could be all he would ever need me to be.
“I want you so badly,” he said.
“I know, baby. I want you, too.” I sighed. “But I can’t.”
“Why?”
“It’s that time of the month for me.”
“What?” He groaned.
I could tell he was disappointed. “I’m sorry. It’ll be over in a couple of days, though.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just forgot.”
“Is that why you were
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