Truth - Lashton

Chapter 4

Luke's POV

Lunch was the worst. I needed to start packing my lunch as I couldn't track anything. I ate breakfast as Mr. Irwin had some bars that I could have. It wouldn't hurt my progress.

I sat at the lone table again, just doodling away when again Mr. Irwin sat across from me.

"Whatcha doing there?"

I shrugged and shaded in a part of my drawing.

"Art.."

I mumbled before finishing it. I closed my notebook and looked at him.

"It looked wonderful, Luke! Now, I know you said you feel ill from the food here so.."

He passed me a store bought salad, to which I impulsively checked the back.

Calories were good
Fat content was alright
Carbs were.. worrisome
Protein was good.

I bit my lip, debating over whether or not to eat it cause of the carbs.

"Whats wrong, Luke?"

I shook my head, deciding to eat it as the carbs I'm normally worried of were in processed food. This was just vegetables with some meat and sauce, it wasn't bad carbs.

"Nothing."

I spoke and got my notepad out, writing down the brand of the salad so I could log it later.

"You're gonna eat it?"

I simply nodded, once I looked up. I saw he had a soft smile on his face.

"What's with the look?"

I asked, opening the salad and mixing everything together.

"Nothing. Just glad you're feeling better today."

He really believed that excuse, huh? I gave him a slight nod and began eating. It was actually really refreshing.

Lunch ended a good 20 minutes later and we all headed to the health class.

I was nervous, my heart pounding wildly. I really wanted to learn about healthy foods but something about the possibility of learning about eating disorders messed me up for some reason.

Mr. Irwin walked in with a glowing smile on his face.

"Okay, class! I decided to teach you all about health benefits or macros if you wish to call them, in each food before discussing eating disorders."

He spoke so passionately. I don't know why he was so infatuated with food in this way.

He taught us about carbs, as he said the stigma around it was purely false.

"Carbs aren't bad in any way, as they are your body's main source of energy."

He wrote down a tally chart, one being labelled 'Refined Carbs' and 'Complex Carbs'

I was totally zoned in on how he explained it. Everything was so new to me. I wrote notes about how healthy complex carbs were ultimately better than refined carbs, even though that's not how Mr. Irwin put it.

He never said to stop eating these foods, just have them in moderation. Yeah right! I didn't wanna get fat from eating refined carbs. I'd have to do more research on my own.

The school day ended and I was packing up my things. Mr. Irwin was a nice teacher as he didn't give us much homework. I don't think my brain could think about anything else other than food.

Mr. Irwin smiled warmly at me as I left, I smiled at him back. He treated me alot more carefully than the other students which confused me. What was so different about me? Was I fat? Fuck, that's scary enough!

I'd have to work harder. My stomach still sticks out and it seems as though people are noticing.