It's Just A Diet

Advice

For a few days, Dylan followed the same pattern of throwing away any food except dinner, and spending all his spare time on the pro-ana forum, mostly talking to anasbitch67.

The pounds practically fell off. In just four days, Dylan saw the scale bounce from 222 to 219. He'd be fit again in no time!

But then again, the side effects fucking sucked. Dylan was constantly starving, his head spun whenever he stood up fast, and he was always exhausted.

Dylan didn't care. The weight loss was worth it. Plus, it wasn't like he would do this forever, just until he reached his goal.

The others began to notice.

"Hey Dylan, did you lose weight?" George asked when Dylan stumbled into the back lounge one morning, a huge stupid smile still plastered on his face from seeing his weight that morning: 218.

Dylan practically felt like cheering. Finally, some visible results! But he just gave George a casual smile and just said "Yeah." before sitting down on the couch, in between Matty and Danny.

"Looks good on you. What's your secret?"

Not eating. But Dylan couldn't say that, of course. "Just diet and exercise."

Danny looked over, looking Dylan up and down. "How much have you lost?"

7 pounds. "Three pounds."

Jorel chimed in. "I guess you really are watching your weight, huh?"

Dylan shrugged, mostly ignoring Jorel, then leaned back and pulled out his phone, browsing online again. He updated his flair frequently, and it gave him a sense of pride to write 218 as his current weight.

A message from anasbitch67.

Hey, good job on the weight loss!

Dylan replied back quickly.

Thanks!

Btw, have you tried fasting? Since you're at a higher weight rn, it could help you drop weight even faster!

Fasting. Dylan had heard of that: not eating for days on end. Probably not a good idea, he was struggling enough as is....

How much faster?

Nearly a pound a day.

Shit, that got Dylan's attention.

How long should I do it?

Since you're new at it, try just 2-3 days. It really kicks your ass the first time.

Dylan paused for a minute, weighing his options. Fasting would suck, sure, but a pound a day? Sounded pretty fucking worth it to him.

I'll try it, thanks.

No problem! Just don't let your friends find out, okay? They sound like they'd be assholes about it.

Not a problem, Dylan thought as he closed the tab. He started looking up fasting online, trying to find some tips to do it right.

Danny suddenly leaned over a little, trying to see Dylan's screen. Dylan instantly closed the tab, praying to God that Danny didn't see anything. Danny shrugged, giving Dylan a weird look before going back to his own phone.

Success.

Matt snickered, having witnessed the affair. "Dude, you looking up porn or something?" He joked.

Dylan rolled his eyes, deciding to go to the front lounge, where people wouldn't be able to see his phone as easily. He stood up, taking a first step.

Then the vertigo kicked in.

Dylan groaned, holding both hands to his head as he collapsed. He could hear words being shouted, and someone was attempting to pull him up, but Dylan couldn't see a thing.

"Is he okay?!" One voice shouted.

"Dylan!? Dylan, can you hear me!?"

Dylan groaned in response, not able to form words.

"Get him in his bunk!"

Whoever had a grip on Dylan dragged him down the hall, managed to lift him up, and forced him into his bunk.

Dylan's vision slowly cleared as he sat up with a groan, only for someone to push him back down.

Matt waved a hand in front of Dylan's face. "Dylan? You awake?"

"Yeah...." Dylan mumbled.

"What the hell happened!?"

"Just a head rush... I'm fine, really." Dylan tried to get up again, only to be forced back down.

"Lay down. We don't need you passing out again."

Dylan glared at Matt, but Matt just rolled his eyes.

"Just relax, okay? We're going to take you to the doctor later."

Dylan groaned. "I'm fine!"

"You passed out." Matt shot back.

"I'm not going to the doctor." Dylan said firmly.

Matt huffed in annoyance. "I'll let you avoid it if you're better by tomorrow, okay?"

"Deal."

Matt sighed, then walked off. Dylan pulled out his phone, knowing he needed help with this one.

Ana? You there?

What's up? Something wrong?

I just nearly passed out in front of everyone. If I'm not better by tomorrow, they're taking me to a doctor. What do I do?

A few minutes passed, and Dylan started to worry that anasbitch67 was going to ignore him. Right before he was about to give up, she finally replied.

Electrolytes. You probably haven't been getting enough, that's why you passed out. Try a few diet sports drinks, they're calorie free but they'll make you better.

I can still fast, though, right?

Yeah, just make sure you drink enough water and don't exercise too much, or you'll pass out again.

Dylan closed his phone, sighing in relief. There was a way out of this. He peeked out of his bunk bunk, making sure no one was watching. Luckily, everyone was in the back lounge. Dylan jumped out of bed, his vision clouding over from getting up fast. After a few seconds, his vision cleared, and he walked towards the front of the bus and out the doors.

Dylan looked, trying to locate a gas station. Spotting his destination a block away, Dylan started moving towards the station, using the walls of the nearby building to support himself.

After what felt like forever, Dylan finally made it. He headed straight to the beverages, grabbing a six pack of diet Powerade. He quickly paid for it then started heading back, detaching one of the bottles and beginning to drink it in the process.

By the time he made it back, Dylan was feeling much steadier on his feet. He walked onto the bus, thankful the guys were still in the back, then stuffed the bottles into the back of a cabinet before crawling back into his bunk, still sipping his Powerade.

Thank God for anasbitch67. If not for her, Dylan would have been caught for sure.