Lucille and her beehive hair-do stayed with me all day. She made me exercise. She made me clean out my pantry and refrigerator. While I was in the shower she searched my secret stashes of snacks and disposed of them. All of them. Then it was time to exercise and shower again. The “meals” were tasteless and I complained.
“The idea is that food should be seen as unpleasant,” Lucille said with a smile.
“It’s Pavlovian. If every time you eat you enjoy it then you’ll want to eat a lot. If, on the other hand, you don’t like food, then you will eventually stop putting it your mouth.” Lucille smiled at me with an evil smirk.
“So, you want to starve us to death. Ouch! You shocked me! What the hell!”
“It’s part of the attitude adjustment,” she smiled. “You must stop thinking that not eating is equivalent to starving.”
At the end of the day, I was tired, sore, hungry, and really pissed off at getting shocked. It was 9 pm when Lucille and her smile left me. Except for the the next day’s breakfast there was nothing to eat in the house. I closed my eyes and imagined a juicy cheeseburger dripping with cheese and grease and ketchup. Just as I was beginning to feel relaxed a shock jolted me out of my revelry. “Bitch!”
The phone’s ringing only irritated me more. “What.”
“Cult.” It was Casey and she sounded as irritated as I was. “My ‘buddy’ is a real piece of work. She effin shocked me. All day. I didn’t exercise hard enough. I didn’t have the right food. I smoke.”
“I’m sorry, Casey. It wasn’t like this last year. I have no idea what happened. Let’s go to the place tomorrow and quit and get our money back.”
“And then we’ll go get an ice cream or something.”
“Ouch!” we cried in unison.
To be continued…