Talia Jackson Weight Loss Novels & Stories

He took it and got up from the ground as he nodded his head. “Well, well. You have won. What do you want? Consider that as a birthday gift” He spoke and I asked him in a whisper, “Anything I want?” “Anything” He answered and I gave him a small smile. Jake winked and left me to my imagination of what ‘anything’ could possibly mean as I and Talia joined another small group to do some exercises. Talia was feeling a bit better so she joined but did not move her feet much. She only did hand and upper body exercises and after an hour or so, we called it a day.

But I kept going. Talia tracked everything. Water intake. Steps. Meals. “We’re not aiming for skinny,” she told me while portioning grilled chicken and brown rice into boring little Tupperware containers. “We’re aiming for strong. Balanced. Sustainable.” That didn’t stop me from crying the first time I stepped on the scale and saw barely a change. “What’s the point?” I muttered, wiping my face with the hem of my shirt. “I’ve been killing myself, and nothing’s happening.”

When she’d landed in the hospital just over a week before, hyperventilating and dehydrated, she’d been a terrifying one hundred and two pounds. J.J. still recalled that first look at Tessa: she’d looked like a hollow-eyed shadow of her former self. J.J. had burst into tears of shock and horror, and Tessa had just stared at her from the hospital bed, hostile and tense. After twelve days in the hospital private treatment clinic, paid for by her boss Jax, and under strict dietary supervision and with daily counselling sessions (both private and in a group) with a woman named Rianna, Tessa was now one hundred and twelve pounds. Far, far from where she needed to be to be properly healthy, but she

Struggling to get to her feet, she slowly cursed. "I need a bath," she announced. Damon swallowed hard where he stood, and quickly turned away from her. His cheeks flamed with heat, the laughter dying on his mouth. There was no way he could watch her, so he ran off. Talia walked slowly to the swamp and pulled her clothes off including the bind before stepping into the murky water. She did some simple backstroke, stretching her arm alongside, before her eyes caught Derek stripping. In shock, she kneed into the water, just in time for him to stripe off his shots.

“I would rather be exiled than grovel at the feet of a liar.” Jason’s gaze was ice. “Just stop it. I’m giving you one final chance, Talia. Apologize or I’m throwing you into the dungeon.” I bowed my head and he smirked, “Good girl.” I looked up, my gaze bore into his as I said, “I, Talia Carson, reject you, Jason Dalton as my mate and as my Alpha.” Viki gasped and Jason stiffened, but I turned around and walked out. I didn’t want to see his reaction. I didn’t care.

Enough to cover this month's medical bills for my mother without having to do the math three different ways and still come up short. Talia was already in the chair in front of the mirror, chin up, one leg crossed over the other, one lash on, one already off, looking like she had just stepped out of a music video instead of a shift. Her contour was still sitting perfect. Four hours in and still sitting perfect, which was honestly offensive. "I killed it up there tonight," she said, mostly to her own reflection. "Pretty sure he was watching me the whole time. I could just feel it."

She had just overcome the lowest point in her life and was on the brink of tasting success, only to face such a thing. She still wanted to win Jackson's heart, and she had promised Ms. Sullivan to do well in a Hollywood production. "Lia?" Jackson held her hand, asking gently. Taliah's tears fell instantly. "I'm okay, Mr. Jackson." She clung to his hand, not wanting to let go. Before, Jackson would have restrained himself and pried her hand off as it was too big of a boundary to cross. Yet now, Jackson did not say anything. He simply treated her as a frightened child seeking comfort.

Her smile is kind and bewitching, her long body perfect in all impressive ways. I see why Evan had wasted his time searching for us, she is worthy of all the work. TALIA'S POV I wasn't expecting her to look smaller and thinner than she was three years ago. Just like Michael she has not grown an inch. She has lost so much weight that her ribs are visible through the thin fabric of the dress she is wearing. But her face is still as pretty as it was before trouble separated us. I don't understand why she is so astounded to see me, she has barely blinked since I stepped into the room.