My Mom’s Low-Cal Meals Killed Me In My Past Life Chapter 02

My Mom’s Low-Cal Meals Killed Me In My Past Life Chapter 02

Dr. Lawson stopped listening to my explanation and called toward the door, “Next.”

“Doctor, I really didn’t eat snacks,” I insisted desperation coloring my voice. “I only ate the meal prep my mom made.”

When Serena saw me like that, she grabbed me out of the exam room in a fury and jabbed her finger hard into my forehead several times.

“Elaina, are you still putting on an act? The doctor already said you’ve been sneaking food. What are you still arguing for?”

She shoved me hard, sending the back of my head colliding against the wall. Sharp pain blurred my sight.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom looking at me with disappointment and heartbreak.

“Lainey, stop eating junk food,” she said. “If you keep gaining weight at this rate, you’ll be dead in six months at most.”

I wanted to defend myself, but I had no idea how.

I had to figure out what was happening as soon as possible.

After we got home, I started searching online for weight-loss information.

One ad for a weight-loss boot camp caught my attention.

[Super-size clients! Lose fifty pounds in a month!]

My heart started pounding with excitement. Maybe that boot camp was the lifeline I needed.

But would Mom agree?

I still had doubts about the meal prep she made. It felt like she and Serena were hiding something from me.

Still, if I went to the boot camp, at least I could get away from all of this for a while.

I quietly packed my bag and tried to slip out, but a sharp voice rang out behind me.

“Elaina Mercer, where do you think you’re going?”

When Serena saw the boot camp flyer in my hand, all the color drained from her face. Her voice came out almost terrified.

“You cannot leave this house.”

Hearing the commotion, Mom walked out of her bedroom. Her expression was dark enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Elaina? Are you really going to that boot camp?”

A cold sweat broke out down my back. Numbly, I nodded.

A cold glint flashed in Mom’s eyes.

She slipped her hand into her pocket, as if reaching for something.

I was about to bolt for the door when I saw her pull out her wallet.

“Lainey, I’ll pay for the boot camp.”

In that instant, guilt flooded through me, and all my suspicion toward Mom vanished.

Maybe my body was just more unusual than Serena’s. Maybe losing weight really was harder for me.

This time, I had to work hard at the boot camp. I could not make Mom worry anymore.

Coach Bennett looked at my body, all swollen and heavy with fat, then smiled. “Girl, your type is actually the easiest to work with. Put in the effort, and you’ll see results.”

My confidence soared.

I got up before dawn every day to train. First, I ran six miles. Then I jumped rope three hundred times.

After finishing every required session, I added another hour of swimming on my own.

Even Coach Bennett said I was the hardest-working client he had ever seen. This time, I would definitely succeed.

At night, I finally went to the dining hall for my first meal of the day.

But why did the low-calorie meal prep here taste uncannily like my mother’s cooking?

I laughed to myself.

I had to be overthinking it.

Just like that, I trained desperately for seven days before I dared to step on the scale for the first time.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and carefully stepped onto it. Then I shifted my feet one by one, waiting for the number to settle.

Quite a few other campers gathered around to watch.

“Elaina, you worked so hard. You’ll be fine.”

“After seven days, you had to have lost at least ten pounds.”

Slowly, I opened my eyes.

The number on the scale came into focus.

Two hundred seventy-five pounds.

Everyone froze.

“Is that scale broken? How did she gain thirty-three pounds?”

I stood there stiffly as a nameless terror spread through my whole body.

What the hell was going on?

Crushed, I ran back to the dorm. Coach Bennett chased after me, yelling the whole way.

“Elaina, there’s a barbecue joint next to camp. Did you sneak over there to eat?”

“Or did you hide snacks in your backpack? Take them out right now.”

Once again, I fell into the despair of being accused of binge-eating behind everyone’s back.

In the end, I had no choice. I withdrew from the program, got my refundfor the tuition, and walked away.