Alasan Tidak Boleh Makan Coklat Mga Nobela at Kwento

But he got so mad that I could see the steam coming out of his head, you know, like in all those cartoons. “Melissa, she is my child. When I say you cannot feed her chocolate and ice cream, you must do what I say. Babies cannot tolerate such high sugar content and most chocolate containscaffeine. Ice cream also has the type of dairy that Lucy’s body is not yet ready to digest. I’m not telling you to restrict her diet to be mean. I am concerned for the health of my child. She could have allergies that we haven’t yet discovered, so you can’t just give her anything to eat without checking with me.”

The asshole, first time I take him serious, I have to strip "No" He pouts "That's boring" "No one was asking you" Ber says, the spoon already in his hand "There are reasons why no one listens to Coco, Brat" I don't say anything to him, cause he's obviously right, Chocolate is a high maintenance risk, if that's a thing before I drink it. Hot liquid burns in my throat, causing me to cough, hard. Caramel's rubbing my back as I look at Coco. There are tears in my eyes as he says "Ah well, Vanilla isn't good with wine"

"How about you take it with some chocolate?" I turn around to see Jacob holding two packets of chocolate. I thought he was going to stay outside. What is he doing here? And why does he have chocolates with him? "I can take it with chocolate," Layla says eagerly. "Absolutely not." I stand up and approach Jacob "What are you doing with all these? You know she’s not supposed to eat sweets." "It’s dark chocolate and the doctors said is okay."

I asked mum, screwing my nose up. "There's peanut butter, you can put that on a sandwich." Mum suggests, pointing to the new jar of lite peanut butter. "Plus, you can take a sugar-free chocolate bar; those are tasty." I pick up the chocolate bar and read the ingredient list, only to be turned off by the warning. "Excess consumption may have a laxative effect, great, I'll shit myself in front of my whole class, that will help with my popularity status." I groan, placing the chocolate bar back on the shelf. "I need actual, real food, Mum."

“No worries Zac, it is completely nut and gluten free, so he can have it” “Oh great ... Hey you can’t even taste that, these are really good”. I take another bite, good to know he won’t end up sick trying to make her happy. “But you need to watch how much you eat”. Cynamon pad my stomach, smiling at me. “You know you will get a tummy ache if you have too much chocolate ... and you don’t want that again, do you ?” I shake my head. Two weeks ago I had thought I was about to die after having one to many deliciously sinful brownie fudge cupcakes. “Nope ... not going there again. I was shitting chocolate for three days”.

I mumble. "Chocolates because I can't have alcohol. Not good for me. Besides chocolates contain some antioxidants that help improve moods. At least, that's what my therapist told me. A much better alternative to alcohol." He says a corner of his lips turned up. He opens his and takes a big bite, looking away. Gingerly, I open my mine and pop a piece into my mouth, chewing it. I grimace, the bitter taste flooding my taste buds. "Dark chocolate?"

"Your throat is on life support and has barely gotten time from continuously coughing, can you give it some more time and not eat them?" "Nah its all better now. I haven't coughed since morning." "We can have dinner now then, don't eat chocolates they have tons of sugar, they aren't doing anything better for your throat." He said the last time holding her hand and stopping her but she shook her head and looked around for someone. "I'll get the one with less sugar but how am I getting it?" She said thinking that someone is suppose to give her. "Just get it yourself." He said and she smiled cheekly going behind the bar and looking at the ceiling wall decorated with variety of chocolates.

They were chatting excitedly and she didn’t want to ruin their fun. She also gave some checkerboard cookies to her son. Werewolves can’t stomach chocolate after their first shift but they can before that, so it was safe for him to eat it. But she planned to stop giving him chocolate at 10. Or else even after he shifted, he would find it hard to resist eating the appetizing chocolate products. The cookies she brought for Lavana were different. They were flavoured with vanilla and little milk. After shifting, werewolves can’t take too much milk in their system. So a little occasionally is recommended.

"Moon Goddess, please! This can’t be happening!" I clung to John, my fingers digging into his arms as despair swallowed me whole. "We all know werewolves are extremely sensitive to chocolate," the doctor said, his voice sharp and cutting. "A reaction like this can cause serious complications, especially in a child. Her chances of recovery are very slim. She’s just a kid, and I assume she was under your care, how could you let her eat chocolate cake?" His piercing gaze landed on me, and his words hit like daggers. I had no defense. He was right. This was my fault. Guilt pressed down on me as I lowered my head, unable to meet his accusing eyes.

the man inquired as he couldn't wait to find out what the relationship between the girl and his cousin was like. While flashing memories, Mia tilted her head. “I started to gain weight. Right at that moment, Mr. Sebastian said if I kept eating chocolate, I wouldn't be able to control my weight anymore and become obese. Since then, I stopped. I only eat chocolate when I'm chilling on the weekends." "Is that so? Then, do you trust him?” Julian inquired with a slightly frowning face. “At first I had doubts. After checking it on the internet, it turned out to be true. Eating too much chocolate can indeed cause obesity," Mia explained before laughing a little.