My Mom’s Low-Cal Meals Killed Me In My Past Life Chapter 01

My Mom’s Low-Cal Meals Killed Me In My Past Life Chapter 01

Because Serena Hale and I were both supposedly prone to gaining weight, Mom laid down the law.

From that day on, we were not allowed to eat anything except the low-calorie meal prep she made for us.

I cooperated completely.

I barely dared to drink a drop of water, but a month later, when I stepped on the scale again, my weight had shot straight up to 330 pounds.

Panicked, I rushed into Serena’s room, only to find her twisting in front of the mirror and smiling at me.

“Lainey, does this bodycon dress look good on me?”

My eyes flicked to the number on her scale, and the sight struck me like a thunderbolt.

She had dropped to ninety-nine pounds.

I suspected something was wrong with Mom’s meal prep, so I watched her from the grocery store to the kitchen, from the cutting board to the pan.

The second the food was ready, I carried my plate straight into my room and ate it there, giving no one the slightest chance to tamper with it.

But another month later, my weight still skyrocketed to 550 pounds.

Marks spread across my skin, and my blood pressure rose to dangerous levels.

Because of my weight, I was fired from my job.

My boyfriend dumped me without a second thought, vanishing from my life.

My body was so ravaged by complications that I spiraled into utter hopelessness.

I refused to eat Mom’s meal prep anymore and demanded that my family take me to the hospital for gastric sleeve surgery.

But by then my weight had grown drastically. I suffered serious metabolic issues and progressive heart strain.

Shortly after the procedure, I passed away at home due to severe systemic infection.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mom first started making those low-calorie meals.

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“Serena, Lainey, dinner’s ready.”

Mom’s familiar voice came from outside my door. I stepped out of my bedroom and saw two identical plates on the dining table, exactly the same as they had been in my previous life.

Serena’s was on the right. Mine was on the left.

The food was simple. Grilled fish, a few pieces of broccoli, and a fist-sized scoop of brown rice.

It looked no different from any healthy takeout meal sold outside.

The fork in my hand trembled. Why had Serena lost weight in my last life after eating this, while I had gained over a hundred pounds in a single month? Were these two plates somehow different?

I looked at Serena and tested the waters. “Serena, I want to want to swap with you.”

With a loud clatter, the spatula in Mom’s hand fell to the floor.

She came out of the kitchen, her voice tight with panic. “They’re the same. Why would you want to swap?”

Serena looked irritated too. “What are you trying to pull now? Just eat your food.”

The more they refused, the more certain I became that something was wrong with my plate.

So I simply snatched Serena’s plate and began wolfing it down.

Serena did not say anything else.

She just rolled her eyes and quietly ate my portion.

Mom, however, looked terrifyingly grim.

She seemed like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she turned and went back into the kitchen.

For the next three days, I took Serena’s food every single time.

I thought, surely this time, I would lose at least a little weight.

With my heart in my throat, I stepped onto the scale. The numbers flickered back and forth before finally stopping at 242 pounds.

My heart sank into a dark abyss.

In just three days, I had gained twenty-two pounds.

That was impossible.

In a fit of rage, I smashed the scale. Plastic and glass shards scattered across the floor.

I ran to the store and bought the most expensive scale they had. I tore open the packaging right there and stepped on it.

Two hundred forty-two pounds.

No change.

Under the strange stares of the people around me, I broke down crying.

An older woman shopping for groceries pulled me aside. “Honey, hospitals have weight management clinics now. I lost fifty pounds through one. You should go get checked out too.”

I thanked her gratefully, then rushed home and asked Mom, “Can you take me to a weight management clinic?”

Before Mom could answer, Serena walked out of my room carrying a huge bag of chips.

“Elaina Mercer! You sneak food every day, and now you want a weight-loss appointment? Are you out of your mind?”

“Mom quit her job just to make meal prep for both of us. Can you have a little conscience and stop stuffing your face?”

I opened my mouth to explain that those chips were old and that I’d stopped eating them a long time ago.

Mom walked over and showed me her phone. “Lainey, I booked the appointment. We’ll go tomorrow.”

I had not expected her to agree so quickly. Behind her, Serena was so angry she kept rolling her eyes.

“Mom, you spoil Lainey way too much.”

At the hospital, I did every test they could run.

Even if I had genetic obesity, there was no way I should be gaining weight this fast. Something had to be going wrong somewhere.

These doctors had seen plenty of patients with obesity. Surely they could solve my problem.

Dr. Lawson flipped through my reports, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint, knowing smile. “Young lady, if you want to lose weight, the first thing you need to quit is lying.”

I froze. “What does that mean?”

He gave me a mocking look.

“Have you ever heard of the law of thermodynamics? If your weight is going up this fast, you’re absolutely eating behind everyone’s back.”

It felt like lightning had struck through my whole body.

“I’m not. I didn’t eat anything.”