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break. I didn’t go days without eating or make myself throw up, I ate when I was hungry and I didn’t when I wasn’t. Surely, that was how it was meant to work?
“Jamie,” Jason said, his voice weighted with concern. “That’s low. I can understand the doctor’s concern.”
“I know!” I half shouted. I didn’t mean to snap at him I was just tired of being lectured about my weight. Shouldn’t my weight be mine to control? Not my brothers’, not Jason’s and not the doctor’s. “I’m sorry,” I apologised immediately. I didn’t want to lash out at Jason.
“I’m just worried about you.” He stayed silent a while before he spoke again. “You know if your weight get’s too low it will mess up your running, right?”
“It will?” I asked, hearing the shock in my voice. I hadn’t really thought about that.
“Yep,” he nodded. “Weighing less is an advantage up to a certain point, but once you cross that line, your body doesn’t have the energy it needs to supply your muscles with new fuel or repair the damage to them.”
I blinked and tried to take in the information. I had no idea. I liked running, I was proud of it. I knew I’d gotten into running because of my brothers but it was still one of the few things that I considered to be my own because my progress was up to me, not anyone else.
“I don’t want that to happen,” I shook my head.
“I don’t want you to get sick either,” Jason said, taking my hand in his and squeezing it gently.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. The newspapers and glossies were full of miracle diets and ridiculous exercises that were supposed to magic away the pounds. Nobody ever talked about how to gain weight. The doctor just told me to eat more, which I had inwardly rolled my eyes at. I’d put on four pounds in a month and that was only because I’d been force fed enough food to feed two of my brothers at every meal – and that was saying something because they all ate enough food to feed a small country.
“Let me help you?” Jason asked tentatively.
“How?” I asked, looking up at his beautiful malachite eyes and admiring his thick lashes.
“I’ve gone through the weight cutting and gaining process a million times over the years. Let me help?”
I was familiar with the process. Craig went through it all the time. The strict dieting regiments, not being allowed to touch most foods, and eating only at religiously strict intervals. It didn’t sound like fun. Jason must have registered the horror on my face because he chuckled slightly.
“It won’t be like that,” he grinned.
“How’d you know what I was thinking?” I asked, desperate to understand his psychic abilities.
“You were thinking of Craig when he cuts weight, yes?” He laughed.
I nodded in response.
“Craig is in the same weight class as I was. I’m guessing he weighs almost exactly 185 most of the time, but if you weigh anything over that you get knocked into the next weight class at a huge disadvantage,” he explained. “Which means the dieting can get pretty strict at times, trying to maintain the tricky balance to keep yourself at the maximum possible weight during periods of competition.”
Jason took my empty mug off me and placed it on the table, turning back and shifting so he could sit facing me on the sofa.
“It won’t be like that for you. I’ll help you make better choices, that’s all.”
“I don’t like eating when I’m not hungry,” I shook my head pathetically.
“Well, tough luck,” he shrugged and I looked up at him in shock. “It might sound harsh, my little squirrel, but you don’t eat enough and your body is used to that. You need to retrain your body to remember what hunger should feel like, okay?”
I frowned at him but nodded reluctantly.
“Let me try to help you for a week or two at least, okay?” He asked again.
“Okay,” I conceded. “But what if…” I drifted off, feeling my cheeks blush again.
“What
“Jamie,” Jason said, his voice weighted with concern. “That’s low. I can understand the doctor’s concern.”
“I know!” I half shouted. I didn’t mean to snap at him I was just tired of being lectured about my weight. Shouldn’t my weight be mine to control? Not my brothers’, not Jason’s and not the doctor’s. “I’m sorry,” I apologised immediately. I didn’t want to lash out at Jason.
“I’m just worried about you.” He stayed silent a while before he spoke again. “You know if your weight get’s too low it will mess up your running, right?”
“It will?” I asked, hearing the shock in my voice. I hadn’t really thought about that.
“Yep,” he nodded. “Weighing less is an advantage up to a certain point, but once you cross that line, your body doesn’t have the energy it needs to supply your muscles with new fuel or repair the damage to them.”
I blinked and tried to take in the information. I had no idea. I liked running, I was proud of it. I knew I’d gotten into running because of my brothers but it was still one of the few things that I considered to be my own because my progress was up to me, not anyone else.
“I don’t want that to happen,” I shook my head.
“I don’t want you to get sick either,” Jason said, taking my hand in his and squeezing it gently.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. The newspapers and glossies were full of miracle diets and ridiculous exercises that were supposed to magic away the pounds. Nobody ever talked about how to gain weight. The doctor just told me to eat more, which I had inwardly rolled my eyes at. I’d put on four pounds in a month and that was only because I’d been force fed enough food to feed two of my brothers at every meal – and that was saying something because they all ate enough food to feed a small country.
“Let me help you?” Jason asked tentatively.
“How?” I asked, looking up at his beautiful malachite eyes and admiring his thick lashes.
“I’ve gone through the weight cutting and gaining process a million times over the years. Let me help?”
I was familiar with the process. Craig went through it all the time. The strict dieting regiments, not being allowed to touch most foods, and eating only at religiously strict intervals. It didn’t sound like fun. Jason must have registered the horror on my face because he chuckled slightly.
“It won’t be like that,” he grinned.
“How’d you know what I was thinking?” I asked, desperate to understand his psychic abilities.
“You were thinking of Craig when he cuts weight, yes?” He laughed.
I nodded in response.
“Craig is in the same weight class as I was. I’m guessing he weighs almost exactly 185 most of the time, but if you weigh anything over that you get knocked into the next weight class at a huge disadvantage,” he explained. “Which means the dieting can get pretty strict at times, trying to maintain the tricky balance to keep yourself at the maximum possible weight during periods of competition.”
Jason took my empty mug off me and placed it on the table, turning back and shifting so he could sit facing me on the sofa.
“It won’t be like that for you. I’ll help you make better choices, that’s all.”
“I don’t like eating when I’m not hungry,” I shook my head pathetically.
“Well, tough luck,” he shrugged and I looked up at him in shock. “It might sound harsh, my little squirrel, but you don’t eat enough and your body is used to that. You need to retrain your body to remember what hunger should feel like, okay?”
I frowned at him but nodded reluctantly.
“Let me try to help you for a week or two at least, okay?” He asked again.
“Okay,” I conceded. “But what if…” I drifted off, feeling my cheeks blush again.
“What
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