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Day eight of her imprisonment in the fat camp was a peculiar one.
It started at 5:30 am when Lindsay woke to the realization that she had slept through an entire night. She didn’t remember the last time she had made it through a full night without tossing and turning, adjusting the covers, getting up to pee or get a glass of water several times. She would have attributed it to a superior mattress except that she was sleeping on a pull out couch in the living room of her dad’s mini-apartment.
She put on her workout clothes and she and her dad walked together to the gym where they met with their fellow prisoners and the handful of volunteers that had shown up that morning.
They did their warm up walk up and down the apple tree rows, but instead of feeling puffed and dizzy she felt oddly invigorated. She actually felt herself smiling as she chatted with Crystal, the teenage daughter of Joe and Becca.
Crystal looked better too. Her acne had settled down and her previously aloof manner seemed to have lifted. Looking around Lindsay realized they all looked better. Everyone was smiling and talking as they walked up and down the rows. Her dad was at the front with Percy, forging the way forward.
When they got near the end of the last row she could see Adrian waiting, and this morning Oliver was with him on a bike. Her heart did a little flutter. It had happened a couple of times that Oliver or Lucas had been with Adrian when they met up in the morning but they always just said hello and then left. She guessed they must workout together before Adrian had to meet the prisoners.
Oliver looked amazing on his bike. He was wearing skin-tight black shorts and one of those special bike shirts that has the pocket in the back. He had a helmet on his head and he and the bike were completely splattered in mud.
Adrian’s bike was filthy but he didn’t look so dirty because he’d taken his shirt off, as was his custom. He had a gorgeous body and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
‘Lindsay and Crystal, a likely pair,’ Adrian grinned at them as they approached.
‘Morning,’ she replied.
‘Feeling better girls?’ Oliver asked.
‘Yeah, I am,’ Lindsay replied. ‘How about you Crystal?’
Crystal nodded shyly.
Once they were all gathered Oliver said goodbye and took off on his bike. She could see the long sleek muscles of his thighs flexing under his bike shorts as he worked the pedals.
Adrian told them they were going to go bike riding that morning. Lindsay was apprehensive. She hadn’t been on a bike since she was a little kid and she wasn’t even good at it back then.
But once they had chosen bikes and helmets from the gear shed and used the clearing below the apartments to practice a bit she felt better about it. Adrian took them on the wide, flat trail that went around the big pond at the bottom of the farm.
Her dad took off like a rocket. He pedaled around the pond twice in the time it took her and Crystal to get around once. When Adrian regrouped them her dad was sweating and smiling. Instead of walking his bike up the hill like everyone else he pedaled up it, standing up out of the seat to make the pedals turn. She hadn’t seen him so enthusiastic about anything in a while.
When they had first arrived Lindsay had been really worried about the exercise program. She had thought that it would be like the show ‘The Biggest Looser,’ where there were hours and hours in the gym every day and the trainers were always yelling at the contestants to push harder. But it was nothing like that.
Adrian was a great trainer for people like them. His philosophy was ‘fun first’. In the first training session he’d told them, ‘The most important thing about exercise is that you do it on a regular basis. The best way to get yourself to do something regularly is to enjoy it enough so that you look forward to it.’
Lindsay had enjoyed the bike ride. In fact she had enjoyed most of the training sessions they’d had. Some mornings they went in the mini bus up to the mountains and hiked through thick forest, the smell of moss and pine needles floating on the cool air. Once they’d been to the swimming pool. Another time they’d set up on the dining hall’s wide front deck and practiced boxing — that had been a real hit with the older guys. When it was raining they had put up tables in the gym and played ping-pong. They spent more time laughing than hitting the ball but by the end everyone was sweating and panting so it was actually a pretty good workout.
She had never felt like Adrian was pushing her, it just felt like she was hanging out with friends. Nobody broke down sobbing that they couldn’t finish a workout. Nobody threw up from over-exertion. When she thought about it, she did kind of look forward to it each morning. Perhaps exercising would be one things she would continue to do once she left this place.
She still wasn’t all together convinced about the diet they had them on in this place. It was so strict. No meat. No dairy. No eggs. No processed foods. No oils. No this. No that. It just didn’t seem realistic to her.
She told that to Grace, the physical therapist, later that day. She had smiled and nodded. ‘You might feel more optimistic after you’ve had a couple of our cooking classes later in the course,’ she said.
Grace had called her in for her first appointment since the day they’d checked in. She was a tiny little Hispanic lady with wild curly hair and amber eyes that were almost too big for her face. Today Ellia sat beside her in stark contrast, she was all long slender limbs, fair features and long, thick, impossibly blonde hair. She was sitting in to learn how to deal with the prisoners.
‘Lindsay is the daughter of one of Ollie’s patients,’ Grace explained. ‘We see the patients every day and keep close track of their progress but we only see the family members about once a week, and it is totally voluntary for them. If they don’t want to we don’t push the issue.’
They took her blood pressure and had her stand on the scale and then they sat together and talked. Lindsay couldn’t believe that she’d lost 9 pounds in one week.
‘That’s awesome work Lindsay and you should be really happy but today I want to talk with you about your goals for the future.’
Grace put a piece of paper with a graph on it in the middle of the table in front of them. It had different areas shaded in different colors and height and weight on the axes.
‘You’re 5’11’, so this is you here.’ She used a felt marker to draw an arrow to the horizontal line representing her height. ‘Last week you were 231 pounds, right here.’ she drew a cross in the red part of the graph. ‘This week you are 222 pounds so you’ve moved over here.’ She drew another cross in the red part of the graph.
Lindsay was horrified. The red part of the graph was for obese people. She knew she was fat, but obese? It was a very rude awakening. Lindsay never weighed herself and avoided doctors like the plague, so she’d never realized that things were so bad.
‘Now,’ Grace continued, ‘you’ll be staying with us for three more weeks?’
Lindsay nodded, not trusting her voice.
‘Good. I wouldn’t be surprised if you loose another twenty pounds before you leave, which will get you out of the obese category. Ultimately I’d like to see you somewhere near the middle of the normal category, say around 150 to 160 pounds, which means that the last 40 or 50 pounds you loose you’ll be the one at the controls.’
Lindsay felt overwhelmed. She didn’t know what to say.
‘You won’t be alone, you’ll have your dad for support and you can always come back here to visit. We have two different support groups that you can join and we will help you with the transition back to your home, but ultimately you are the one who is in control. We’ll give you all the tools you need to reach your goal but in the end it’s your choice.’
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indsay nodded dumbly and bit her lip to stop it from quivering.
Grace’s eyes softened. ‘Do you know what obese means?’ She asked.
‘I’m too fat.’ Her voice broke as she spoke.
‘No. It means your body has too much fat on it. It means your body needs better nutrition and exercise so it can go back to its natural state. You are Lindsay, you are a daughter, a friend, a…?’
‘I manage a horse stable.’
Grace smiled. ‘An equestrian person. The term obese doesn’t define you, it’s just a way of describing your body.’
She nodded again and looked at her hands. ‘Okay.’
‘But not for long, right? If you keep up the good work pretty soon you’ll be kissing that label goodbye forever.’
Every day they had a scheduled break for two hours after lunch and Lindsay decided to take the time to drive over to the stables to check in on her horse Maggie. It was an unspoken rule that they weren’t supposed to leave so it was the fist time in eight days that she’d left the fat camp. She was surprised that she didn’t feel like a bandit escaping prison at all, she actually felt a little guilty.
She snuck in the stables the back way so that she wouldn’t have to deal with her boss Charlie. Maggie started nickering and pawing at the ground when she saw her. It had been the longest separation they’d endured since Lindsay had bought her almost ten years ago.
The mare started to calm down as Lindsay got out her brush and went to work on her neck. She felt bad that she couldn’t take her out of her stall but she’d left specific instructions about Maggie’s exercise regime so she knew that she didn’t really need to get out to stretch her legs.
She thought back over her conversation with Grace as she settled into the rhythm of brushing out the horse’s short, coarse hair. Grace was the first person who had ever shown confidence in her ability to loose weight. Her family and friends pretty much expected her to be fat, and were all about telling her that there was nothing wrong with it. It was like they were trying not to hurt her feelings, but at the same time they made it difficult for her to believe that she could ever be anything but fat.
By the time she’d finished brushing her, Maggie was so relaxed that she was drooling. Lindsay rubbed her nose and promised to visit again soon. On the way out she caught sight of the vending machines. One was stacked with soda and the other with candy bars and bags of potato crisps. Usually she had a hard time resisting such temptations. Her favorite combination was plain salted potato crisps with a can of sprite and a milky way bar. It was the perfect combination of salty, sweet and creamy.
She walked up to the vending machines and looked at the contents but instead of craving the junk food she just noticed that there wasn’t one fresh ingredient in sight. There was nothing that actually looked like food to her.
In the car on the way back to the fat camp she started to become excited. Grace was a trained physical therapist and she thought that Lindsay would be able to get down to a normal weight. What’s more, Lindsay hadn’t even felt like eating the junk food in the vending machines. Maybe it really was possible after all.
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