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This fictional account contains adult language and sexual themes. If such language and themes offend you, please do not read further. The persons and events described in this work are purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. Copyright 2002 by SSTORYMAN. All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to reproduce this story in any form and for any purpose as long as this notice is reproduced and no financial remuneration is received, directly or indirectly, by the person reproducing or using it. The author gratefully acknowledges that some inspiration for this story came from a 1998 story entitled "Weighty Problems" written by an anonymous author posted elsewhere on this page. LOSING IT 1. The Problem Solver. "Ms. Morel, your daughter's fine," Dr. Sawyer said. The elderly, gray-haired pediatrician looked dignified in his white coat as he pontificated. "It's a minor rash. I wrote a prescription for an ointment to clear it up." He hesitated. "But I _am_ concerned about Francine's weight." Suzanne nodded. "I know, Doctor. I am, too." "She's far too heavy for a girl her age. According to the chart, for her age and height, Francine should be more like 105 pounds, not 145." "It's tough getting her to eat right and exercise, Doctor. She and I've talked about it recently, though. I'm trying to get her to do something to get down closer to her ideal weight." "This is the time to establish good eating habits," the doctor continued. "By the time they go to college, it's too late. But Francine's still in high school. I'd like to see her lose some weight if you can motivate her." He paused. "You seem to be in much better shape these days, Ms. Morel. What's your secret? What happened, if you don't mind my asking?" At that point Francine entered, after dressing in the examination room. Suzanne smiled at her daughter. "I don't mind telling you, doctor. The last few months I've worked out several times a week," she went on sweetly, nodding at Francine. "And I've controlled my eating, of course. When I do eat, it's healthy food. I got a low-fat cookbook and try to eat right." "Well, great. Yes, you sure look good, Ms. Morel." The tone in his voice was almost too complimentary. "So, you've lost, what? Twenty five pounds since I last saw you?" "Thirty two, to be precise," she smiled proudly. "I'm in better shape than I've been in years, I'm pleased to say." "Yes, well, you sure are," Dr. Sawyer blurted out. He returned to his patient. "Francine, I told your mother your skin rash's not serious. I wrote a prescription that'll clear it up. But I'd like to see you lose some weight, young lady, like your mother did." The teenager groaned. "I know, Doctor. It's just so hard." "I know. But let your mom be your example. Ms. Morel, whatever you did to lose your extra weight, I hope you encourage Francine to follow your footsteps." He smiled at the teenager. "You may not want to hear this, my dear, but excess weight's a health issue, particularly as you get older. Please take this admonition the right way. It's important. Perhaps you can take a page out of your mom's book. Do what she did. It'd be really good for you." Francine was glum. She gave a noncommittal nod. "I'll try, Doctor. I understand. I am trying," she lied. "I just haven't been as successful as Mom; not yet, at least." "Good girl," he said in a fatherly tone. "Ms. Morel, we're done. Congratulations on your fitness program and all the weight you've lost. You look really good," he repeated. "Francine, I hope you'll consider redoubling your efforts in the same direction." Minutes later they walked to the car. Francine began to cry. "Oh God, Mom. I hate going to the doctor! All Dr. Sawyer does is talk about how fat I am! And now, to make it worse, he thinks you're perfect!" Suzanne smiled. "Well, you _should_ try my program. With the treadmill, exercise bike and weight machine, it's been easy to work out and lose weight. I tried to convince you to give up all that damn junk food, Francine. I did. It's not that hard, honey, if you put your mind to it." "Yeah, but be honest, Mom. You didn't tell him the whole truth. Working out and eating low fat food isn't the only thing you did to help you lose weight, and you know it!" "I know. But honey, the doctor wouldn't understand the rest of it." She clicked her key chain to unlock the car doors, and opened the passenger side. Francine slid in the driver's side and started the car. After buckling her seat belt, Suzanne opened her purse and got out a gold pack of Benson & Hedges. She shook out a cigarette and slipped it between her lips. "There's no point in upsetting Dr. Sawyer," she smiled, clicking her lighter and touching the flame to the cigarette. "You must admit, it worked for me!" Francine watched her mom exhale a preliminary cloud of blue gray smoke before taking an earnest drag on her all white, one hundred millimeter cigarette. "God! I hate you smoking so much, Mom," she bitterly shot back. "You smoke all the time now. It's not good for you, and you know it! I don't care what Dr. Sawyer said. He doesn't know about that!" "Being overweight wasn't good for me, either," Suzanne answered, releasing a thick stream of smoke into the car's interior. "Look, I don't want another argument about smoking. We've covered that ground too many times. Come on, let's get home. Now, check your rear view mirror before backing out, Francine. You're upset by what the doctor said, but don't let it affect your driving." During the drive, Suzanne thought about recent developments. She, too, was grossly overweight for years. She developed bad eating habits to compensate for the stress she felt after her husband left, when Francine was five. Eating too much became a way of life, and she eventually passed it on to her daughter. It became Francine's vice as well. But at age forty, Suzanne finally did something about it. She bought a treadmill, an exercise bike and weight machine. She fixed healthier food and stopped buying herself junk food. It helped, but she realized her biggest enemy was obsessive snacking. She ate mindlessly all the time, while reading, working at the computer and watching TV. She needed something to replace her constant nibbling. Then she realized when she was young, there _was_ something else she did instead of eat. In a flash of inspiration, she decided to use that activity again, to help her toward her quest. Reluctantly, she returned to smoking. After ten years as a non-smoker, she rediscovered her old smoking habit. It proved to be the key, the last missing piece to successful weight loss. Now she was smoking again and no longer eating between meals. That, with her exercise program and new eating patterns, made those excess pounds melt away! Suzanne did feel guilty about smoking. It was bad for her, she knew, and she was concerned it'd also be a bad influence on Francine. She needn't have worried. Her daughter hated her smoking, and let her hear about it constantly. The complaining encouraged Suzanne. It meant Francine wasn't tempted to try it. She never wanted her daughter to smoke. It was a bad habit, and quitting was hell. That's why Suzanne quit in the first place years before. She felt it was best if Francine never even tried it, though it'd greatly helped her. Adding smoking to her routine worked wonders for Suzanne. Exercising, a new diet, and smoking instead of eating between meals, made her waist and thighs shrink. In five months, she lost thirty two pounds, and she was still losing both pounds and inches. She looked and felt better than she had in years. The new, fit Suzanne Morel was attractive again. She looked much younger than her forty years. Dr. Sawyer wasn't the first man to leer at her. She especially liked that. She enjoyed having male attention after years of men looking the other way because of her weight. The slim, trim Suzanne Morel was supremely pleased with herself, even though she was smoking. But, she rationalized, you can't have everything! It wasn't that she didn't like to smoke. She did, and that was the problem. Nevertheless, it was the only lingering chink in her armor. One day soon, she imagined, she'd give up using cigarettes as a crutch to stop eating. It was a temporary phenomenon, she assured herself, something to bridge the gap between old, fat Suzanne and the new, slimmer, trimmer Suzanne. As they pulled up to the house, she thought about Dr. Sawyer's ironic comment. If he only knew the truth about her weight loss plan, she mused, he wouldn't be so effusive with his praise. And he sure as hell would _never_ encourage Francine to follow her footsteps. No sir! Still, he was right. They had to do something about Francine's weight. Underneath her forty extra pounds, she was really a pretty girl. Suzanne hated the thought of her missing out on all the fun of being a teenager because she was so heavy. Now Francine had heard someone else, someone other than her, tell her that she really must lose weight. Suzanne smiled. Now maybe Francine would get serious about a weight loss program! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Francine sat in her room staring at the wall. A Tori Amos CD played, but she didn't listen. She was thinking about being fat. She hated being fat. She'd always hated it. As long as she remembered, she'd been overweight. But it didn't bother her till her mom started slimming down. That was depressing. For years she and her mom were two peas in a pod, best friends. But now her mom was different; she was skinny. That, and she smoked. Francine had no friends, except her buddy Kristen. Soon she'd be sixteen and driving, but with nowhere to go. The kids at school called her "F.F." for short, a code name for "Fat Frances." She pretended not to care, but she did. It hurt. Dr. Sawyer was right. She had to do something. When Suzanne got the exercise equipment, Francine never thought her mom would stick with it. But she did. Suzanne was incredibly faithful to her workout regime. Four nights a week she went downstairs to grunt and groan. That made Francine uncomfortably guilty. But it really pissed her off when Suzanne said she wouldn't buy any more junk food. Francine hit the roof! She screamed and cried. Finally Suzanne relented. Francine still had her Oreos, ice cream and other goodies, but her mom no longer ate them with her. Suzanne had a stupid substitute; smoking, and as a result, the pounds had melted off. Francine was jealous of the result, though she hated the idea of enduring exercise and a diet almost as much as she hated Suzanne's smoking. But as much as she hated it, she knew she had no choice except to endure the exercise and diet to lose weight. No smoking, though, not for her! She never wanted to smoke! She hated the smell of her mom's cigarettes. She thought it was incredibly unfair to be forced to live with the constant stench of smoke in the house. It was embarrassing having a mom who smoked. Well, except that she had no friends who cared. Her only friend was Kristen, and she didn't mind. Kristen's parents smoked, too. But to Francine, it was the idea of it. She wished her mom could lose weight without those terrible cigarettes! That night, after Suzanne's evening workout, the two of them were in the family room with the TV on. Francine spoke up hesitantly. "Mom, I've thought about what Dr. Sawyer said. I guess he's right. I should start working out on the exercise equipment. And maybe I should also stop eating so much." Suzanne stopped toweling herself. "Honey, really? God, that's great! It'd be good for you if you would. I bet you'd lose some of that weight in no time." "Yeah, well, in a month I'll have my driver's license. But what's the use? I have no friends except Kristen! I'm tired of everyone calling me Fat Francine at school. Nobody likes me. I hate the idea of working out, but the alternative's worse. It worked for you, you lost thirty pounds. I want it to work for me. I want to look nice. I'd love to be popular. Like you, Mom. You look great. Did you see Dr. Sawyer look at you? He practically propositioned you!" "Hush, young lady! Dr. Sawyer's much too old to think that," Suzanne blustered and blushed, though Francine was dead on. She changed her tone to speak empathetically. "Francine, you're pretty. You have a lovely face and a beautiful smile. If you lose some extra pounds, you'll be absolutely gorgeous. It'll change your life, I think." "Mom, I guess you're right. I decided. I'll start working out and, from now on, no more snacks. Don't let me eat junk food. Stop buying it for me." She laughed as she saw her mom's surprise. "I have cookies hidden in my room because you yell at me for eating them. But no more. I'm turning 'em in, putting 'em in the trash. From now on, you'll see a new Francine!" "God, that's great, honey. I want to help." She hugged her roly-poly daughter. "Let me know what I can do." Without thinking, she automatically reached for her cigarettes. "I mean it, honey," she went on, shaking out a Benson & Hedges. "Anything else you think might help, just let me know, and I'll do it." Francine made a face as Suzanne lit up. "Thanks, Mom." She paused. "But what I'll never do, like you, is smoke. I mean it. That's where I draw the line. I never want to smoke!" "I'm glad you feel that way," Suzanne soberly nodded, aiming a plume of thick smoke towards the ceiling. "It's a nasty habit. I told you, I intend to quit soon. It's just helping me for the time being. But as soon as I get down to my ideal weight, bang! These damn things are history!" She took another drag and inhaled. "I mean it." "Right, Mom," Francine sighed, hoping it was true. "I hope you will quit." She and her mom developed a plan. Francine would begin a regular nightly workout routine with the bike, the treadmill and the weight machine. She groaned realizing what she'd committed to. But she knew she had to give it a try. At first, it was pure torture. She hated exercise, but she stuck with it. She tried not eating junk food, and for the most part succeeded. Oreos and ice cream were replaced by carrots, celery sticks and low fat yogurt. Suzanne cut Francine's portions at breakfast and dinner. Between meals the youngster chewed sugarless gum instead of eating junk food. Suzanne was amazed by her daughter's unexpected perseverance. It shocked and delighted her. Finally, at last, both of them were eating right and working out. She was ecstatic about Francine's dedication to the new routine. Instead of resenting Suzanne's work outs, Francine now tried to surpass her mother. After a few days of huffing and puffing, she found she could run farther and cycle longer than Suzanne, undoubtedly because of that dreadful smoking habit! She pushed on with glee, delighted by her unexpected competitive advantage and totally fixated on her goal of, before too long, losing at least as many pounds as her mom had. Suzanne saw Francine running and cycling better than she could. She knew it was due to her smoking. But despite her pronouncements, deep down she seriously doubted she'd ever be able to quit smoking again. She'd been a non-smoker for ten years until she re-started. But now she relied on cigarettes for more than just a food substitute. She'd become totally dependent on nicotine, and knew it. Smoking was a great substitute for snacking, but at what price? She feared she'd never drop the habit again, even if she tried. She was now smoking much more often and more aggressively than she ever did in her prior life as a smoker, and she was smoking full flavored cigarettes, to boot! Suzanne's acquaintance with smoking began at sixteen. She was Francine's age. Her parents didn't smoke. She was never interested till her best friend started. She and Bethany were close in high school, and Suzanne was shocked when Bethany began smoking. Other friends took it up, too, and peer pressure did its thing. Suzanne had to try it. At first she smoked only on weekends at parties, one or two, with her friends. But soon she found herself wanting to smoke more. She had two or three cigarettes at a party, and enjoyed an occasional one at other times, after school or hanging with Bethany. As her friend's habit grew, so did Suzanne's. Her parents learned she was smoking when she turned eighteen, her senior year. They forbade it, but they should have saved their breath. Suzanne was stubborn; she wouldn't quit. They reluctantly relented, and she began smoking more than ever. In college her smoking habit took off. Suzanne and Bethany roomed together at the state university. Free from parental restraint, both girls indulged regularly. At its peak in college Suzanne's habit consisted of fifteen cigarettes a day. She was studying to be an architect. As time went on, she began feel to guilty about her escalating habit. After all, it was bad for her. But she liked smoking and studying, smoking and partying, and smoking while doing just about anything else. However, she decided to try to quit her senior year, before she started looking for an architect's job after college. It didn't work. Being a full-time professional was stressful, and Suzanne compensated the same way she dealt with stress in college; by smoking. A group of other architects at her firm also smoked. In the eighties, professional offices allowed smoking. She was never a real heavy smoker, even in those days, but it was a regular part of her life. All that changed when she got married at 25. Bob was an avid anti. They worked at the same firm, and felt a strong mutual attraction. After a whirlwind romance, they impulsively tied the knot, and began a five year nightmare. Suzanne was methodical and ordered; Bob was unorganized and a slob. But he complained about her smoking. She tried to cut down for him. But when she failed, he berated her, not just about smoking but soon about everything. Francine was an unexpected surprise twelve months after the wedding. Suzanne cut down during her pregnancy, but was never able to completely quit. After Francine was born, the stress of having a little one in the house only worsened her stormy relationship with Bob. In an attempt to head off the inevitable, Suzanne finally and completely quit, shortly before her thirtieth birthday. But it was too little, too late. Bob walked out a few months later, when Francine was five, and Suzanne bid the bastard good riddance. At least, she told herself at the time, he made her quit smoking. That, and Francine, were the only good things he ever did for her. But the anguish of a failed marriage reared its ugly head in other ways, despite her denials. She began to eat compulsively in a vain attempt to cover anger and disappointment. She ballooned from a petite 110 pound female to a 160 pound blimp in twelve months. Eating became her defense mechanism, and she needed lots of defense after the divorce. She joined a new architectural firm, without Bob, and began to enjoy work again. She was lonely, but her tiny daughter and compulsive eating ended her dating career before it began. No one wanted a thirty-something female that big! She periodically dieted, but never got under 150. That is, until at forty the exercise equipment and new diet finally helped her drop lower for the first time in years. Despite that, she hit a plateau at 140 which she couldn't overcome till a return to smoking as an additional weight loss tool finally allowed her to drop even further. Now forty years old, Suzanne was 118, still heavier than at the time of her divorce, but far below her behemoth size of recent years. She felt better; she didn't get as tired as she once did carrying all the excess weight. But one thing was radically different than in her old life. As a teenager, even in her late twenties, she topped out at fifteen cigarettes a day. Now she regularly smoked thirty a day, and more when stressed. When she woke up, she lit up. Instead of breakfast, she sipped coffee and had three or four cigarettes. She chain-smoked driving to work, and her morning and afternoon breaks consisted of two, furiously smoked cigarettes. At lunch, she didn't eat, living instead on coffee and non-stop smoking. She regularly polished off a full pack by nightfall. Even with her strenuous workout program, she managed another ten or more cigarettes by bedtime. She was smoking way too much, but rationalized it by telling herself she only smoked to keep from eating. And that was true. She never ate breakfast or lunch, she smoked. Instead of snacking, she smoked. The only meal she ate was supper with Francine. Even then, Suzanne only picked at her food. She merely waited patiently till her daughter finished eating, so she could run for her cigarettes again. Given the extent of her revived habit, Suzanne doubted she could ever quit. In her honest moments, she had to admit she didn't want to. After her divorce she found comfort in eating too much. That had been replaced by smoking too much, delighting in the predictable lift that nicotine generously delivered through her precious, full flavored cigarettes. More than she remembered during her prior life as a smoker, in her teens and twenties, she absolutely adored the feeling she always got from lighting up, sucking smoke deep into her lungs, and slowly, luxuriously exhaling it over several breaths. This time she'd gotten herself really hooked, and in her heart she knew it. But it was worth it, in her mind, to be thin again. She took solace in the fact that Francine would never duplicate her stupid behavior. Little did she realize that that was exactly what would ultimately happen! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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