Dame - The dope diet

The

Dope

Diet

HOW TO LOSE

8 KILOS, MONEY, FAMILY,FRIENDS

&

SANITY

BY

DAME DJ

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PART 1

BARCELONA

I was so excited to get achance to see David again I dragged my luggage at high speedthrough the airport, jumped on the shuttle bus and got into town by5.00pm so we could have dinner together and talk.

Running up two flights ofmarble stairs in the old quarter I rushed down a dusty corridorwith dull nameless wooden front doors on either side that neveropened but hid muffled music.

I fumbled a fistful of keysopened the door to the flat and heard the music playing inside so Iknew he was already home.

"Hi darling its me" Icalled out aloud to give him warning that I was walking in. It wassomething we both always had done out of respect.

He looked up from a smallsquare table in front of the lounge window where he was rolling acigarette on the bright colored patterned plastictablecloth.

"Hi, how are you?" he saidsmiling looking up.

Immediately I dropped allmy luggage onto the tiled terracotta floor.

I was looking at two hugeblue eyes in a head perched on a skeletal body of a brown tanned,young, blond skeleton with sunken cheeks and wrinkles.

He had aged about fiveyears and although he was in his early 30's somehow he looked likean aged younger person rather than an older mature person. Somehowhe had aged differently like an old child.

I thought he had cancer. Ihad known cancer patients look better. I have never see a humanbeing disappear & shrink into a bag of bones ever-especiallywithin 3 months.

Without saying a word onthis topic we exchange pleasantries and went straight out fordinner but he wasn't eating, just chain smoking.

The roll ups were beingrolled out like a one-man factory and he never really looked upfrom his Rizla papers unless he smoked one. As soon as onecigarette was finished another paper was out, filled, licked andlit.

The food arrived; he pickedup a fork, pushed it around the plate, took a mouthful, put thefork down and lit the next cigarette.

I was starving after myjourney, cleaned off my plate and I think he found my voraciousappetite a bit nauseating because some how we were both at extremeends of the scale and we sensed it.

"Eat, aren't you hungry?They are going to take that plate away soon if you leave it anylonger. I prompted "

"I'm not hungry I ateearlier" He replied with no intention of getting involved withanything on a plate that couldn't be inhaled.

"Earlier? When? Last weekearlier? Yesterday earlier? Did you eat today?" I couldnt help butask.

"Yes, of course! I had aflapjack" he lit another cigarette and smiled at me with a slightlydefiant look. He knew I couldn't make him eat and I could see hereally wasn't hungry-you can't keep a hungry man from a plate offood.

I was worried as by10.00-11.00 pm if he did get hungry we had nothing in the fridge at home tosnack on and I didn't want him to skip one mouthful of foodmeanwhile my biggest fear was the thought he might not gethungry.

No one could loose thisamount of weight by skipping the odd meal as this was bordering onstarvation, which we are not used to seeing in theEurope.

He looked like a prisonerwho had just been released from some Siberian prison camp unlikean English one where they feed them up and give them a gym touse.

He had lost about 8 kilosand had been slim before so this was alarming to see. He wasliterally skin and bones.

Putting food in front ofhim was met with disinterest as he picked a few mouthfuls andpreferred to roll another cigarette.

His huge white eyes blinkedat me from a sunken face, he smoked, spoke in short sentencessaying nothing as if he was saving energy so we got the bill, andleft early to get a good nights sleep.

Back up the dusty marblestairs in dimly light hall way outside our nameless front door heturned and said "I'm not tiered; you go in I'm going for walk andcatch you later" and with that he turned on his trainers andbounced off into the night.

"Do you have a key?" Iyelled out in a voice shrill enough to pierce the air.

He didn't turn around butwaved an arm in the air holding a key and put it back in hispacket. As I watched him walk down the long dimly lit corridor Irealized he had planned this move but had got me all the way to thefront door before delivering his intention.

I starred at hisdisappearing figure and tried to remember what he had looked likebefore. Taller, wider, rounder, larger, younger, stronger, andhealthy

"God help us. I need tomake sure he hasn't got an aggressive cancerno one can deteriorateat this speedat this rate we might have 3 months or he is going todie. Who do I know? Who do I call first? Do I need to find ahospital?"

I went to bed immediately,didn't turn on the light but sat in the shadows wondering what thehell had hit us and very afraid he had something aggressive hadtaken hold of him.

The of people belowlaughing, walking in heels along the cobbled streets, calling out,wheeling prams, getting drunk, speaking on phones etc. seemedanother world which I had now just been thrown out of.

I was not part of thatanymore and was sick to the stomach knowing something very bad washappening but it remained unnamed. I had left normality and was nowthrown into an unfamiliar shadow world with a problem I didnt knowthe name of.

He did have something thathad 'taken hold of him' but I right now I didnt have a clue whatit was.

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I heard a key being put inthe front door very softly and quietly, it opened and someonetiptoed in but it was daylight so who the hell could that be? Thelandlord, a cleaner, the estate agent perhaps?

"Who the hell is that?" Iscreamed not knowing whom I expected to see in the dawnsun.

David popped his headaround the door with those huge blue eyes and smiled.

"Its only me, sorry towake you, I tried to be quiet"

"What time is it? It'snearly 7.00 am! Have you just come home? Have you slept at all???"I sat up fully awake realizing he had not come home that night atall.

"I'm fine but I am tierednow so don't wake me up until lunchtime please" and he and the bigblue eyes disappeared as did my plans I had for ourmorning.

I got up and threw on atracksuit to head for that gorgeous market, as I wanted to fill thefridge with healthy foods and planned on fattening up this youngman.

Outside in the warm sunwalking along the ancient cobbled stones in twisting alleywaysamongst the locals as they rushed to work I just soaked up theirnormal lives.

Flower sellers werearranging huge tubs of vibrant blooms with the impartiality ofsurgeons handling yet more soft fragile patients.

The patisserie windowsfilled with rows of identical perfect small sugar creations stoodto attention, waiting to be noticed like orphans hoping to impressand find a nice home.