Dr. Now Diet Plan Novels & Stories

Instead of the creamy seafood pasta I had been craving all afternoon, there was grilled salmon, steamed vegetables, brown rice, and a bowl of vegetable soup. I blinked. "What is this?" The chef looked confused. "Dinner, ma'am." "I can see that." I looked back at the plate. "Where's the pasta?” "Mr. Adams changed your meal plan, ma'am." I looked up sharply. "He what?" "He instructed us this evening to prepare meals according to a specialist's dietary recommendations. Less oil, less processed food, more vegetables, lean protein and foods that are good for..." The chef hesitated. "...your overall health."

she paused, eyeing me with that hawk-like scrutiny again, “Naturally proportioned, by industry standards. Gorgeous, yes. But too soft in some places.” I swallowed. “I’ve been eating better-” “You will follow a new diet now,” she cut in. She slid a printed meal plan across the table. It was color-coded, precise, and terrifying. Breakfast: 1 egg white, steamed spinach, 1 cup black coffee. Lunch: Grilled chicken (80g), kale salad, lemon water. Dinner: Steamed fish, broccoli, no carbs after 5PM. Snacks: Almonds (10 only), green juice, cucumber slices.

he said casually, leaving Lena no choice but to obediently return to the table. Since she was already destined to be late, she decided to eat her breakfast in peace. Picking up her phone, she quickly messaged Nate. [Running 30 minutes late.] The breakfast spread was as balanced as ever: thinly sliced steak, boiled eggs, warm milk, and a small plate of fruit. Low-fat, low-sugar, and high-nutrition—a meal designed to avoid weight gain. Ever since moving in with him, Lena had felt like her meals were curated by a professional nutritionist. In truth, it was all thanks to Aaron’s meticulous planning.

he pauses, glancing at me over his glasses, “you need to take your nutrition more seriously.” I sigh quietly. I already know where this is going. “The daily stress from classes, practicals, and your upcoming defense…” he shakes his head slightly. “It’s affecting your nutrient levels. Your iron is low, and your protein intake isn’t enough for a pregnancy like yours.” I nod again, this time slower. “I’ll adjust,” I say. “I’m going to give you a new diet plan,” he says, already scribbling something down. “You need iron-rich foods, more protein, and consistent meals. No skipping.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to stop completely. The key is balance. Eating smaller portions but more frequently is fine. Avoid fried foods, sweets, and soda.” Julio sat on the side of the table, observing. “Sheena’s very disciplined when she’s determined,” he said with a hint of admiration. The doctor smiled. “That’s good. When patients have strong motivation, results usually come quickly.” Sheena jotted down a few notes in her notebook. “I’ll do my best. I want to change, but in a healthy way.” “Good,” the doctor said. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll start with a light detox menu. After that, you’ll do light exercises under the guidance of a personal trainer. Julio has already arranged the sch

Daniel nodded, “Do we need a high-protein diet or just keep it at a balanced diet?” Doctor Martin smiled, “You can keep her at a normal, balanced, diet. I appreciate how committed you are.” I sighed, “He is very committed.” She laughed, “You can’t get away with anything, can you?” I shook my head, “Nope, and I do appreciate it. I just have so much that I want and need to get done.” She answered, “I’m sure you can still get it all done, you just need to have some help handy.”

--- Riley’s Strict Weekly Diet Plan Breakfast: ✔ Warm lemon water ✔ Egg whites & avocado toast ✔ Fresh fruit Mid-Morning Snack: ✔ Almonds & Greek yogurt Lunch: ✔ Grilled chicken with quinoa & steamed vegetables ✔ Green smoothie Afternoon Snack: ✔ Protein shake or boiled eggs Dinner: ✔ Salmon or lean steak with sweet potatoes ✔ Herbal tea Rules: No sugar No processed foods No alcohol. No junk food I groaned, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t a diet plan; this was pure suffering. I love eating whatever I want, but this? This was strict. "Whatever," I muttered, closing my tablet. If I wanted to be a model, I have to commit. Then I remember the folder. I read through it and the information is the

“I didn’t see you being so jealous when I was with Melanie. Unless you’ve been keeping quiet about that.” “...” Embarrassment washed over her face as he exposed the truth. “I can’t be bothered with this. I’m heading downstairs to make dinner.” She threw the towel at him and headed for the stairs. The second she stepped into the kitchen, Shelley approached her with a diet plan. “Young Madam, this is the diet plan designed specially for Eldest Young Master. Keeping his illness in mind, I recommend his main meals be nutritious and easily digestible. It’s best to avoid eating and drinking at an unreasonable amount.”

he said, his tone dripping with amusement. I shot him a glare but started clearing the table anyway, my frustration smoldering beneath the surface. The meal had been simple yet excellent. I had to admit, I was a little concerned about Kathrine’s dietary choices. As the CEO of a nutrition company, I had spent years preaching about balanced diets and the importance of plant-based nutrients. "Eat more vegetables" was practically an industry commandment. My company specialized in superfood powders, protein supplements, and meal replacements for optimal health.

“You’ll thank me when you don’t look like a deer about to faint.” I always laughed, but deep down, I knew he wasn’t joking. Drew didn’t leave anything to chance. He worked me inside out. Skincare routines, diets, even stamina drills, he covered it all. “Protein in the morning, fruit before shoots, hydrate or die,” he chanted like a mantra.