On the first day of training, I lasted only fifteen minutes on the treadmill.My back was soaked, my heart was slamming, and my legs shook so badly I could hardly stand.The trainer told me to stop. I said, "Five more minutes."Every time I used to run, Vivian stood behind me holding a digital scale.Now I was free, and each step felt steadier than the last.When the fifteen minutes were up, I held on to the treadmill and caught my breath.I smiled at the girl in the mirror with her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat."Eleanor. Day one, done."For the next two weeks I walked fast every morning and did basic strength work every afternoon.My conditioning was terrible.Five squats and my legs gave out. Ten seconds of a plank and my knees quit.I didn't grit my teeth and push through. When it hurt, I rested. When I was hungry, I ate.The scale moved slowly, but my waist came down a solid two and a half inches.Two weeks later, someone from the school group chat sent me a DM.[Hey, fat
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