Dr. Now Diet Plan Novels & Stories

“Talk to me. Where?” I sighed, exasperated but secretly melting. “Here. Upper belly. It’s like the food just sits there. And bean’s pressing up into it, so it feels worse.” His thumb stroked softly. “So no more heavy pasta.” “Alex—” “No.” His tone was final, brooking no argument. “From now on, small meals. Soups. Fruit. Crackers. Nothing that makes you hurt.” I groaned dramatically. “You’re going to put me on a prison diet.”

Katherine shifted uncomfortably as he took her measurements like height, weight, body fat, his hands professional but thorough, pinching her arm for muscle tone. "A bit soft here," he noted, glancing at Vincent. "She needs protein, greens and complex carbs. No more junk to build that endurance you want." Vincent smirked. "Exactly. Make her strong for the long hauls. By the way, she loves all the unhealthy things." Dr. Hale chuckled before drawing blood for more tests, then sat her down for a questionnaire on her eating habits. "Omelettes and donuts? We'll fix that. Here's your plan, grilled chicken, salads, nuts for snacks. Hydrate like crazy because sex dehydrates you fast."

A half an hour later and one of the most excruciating work outs she'd ever endured done, Veronica and Nellie sat on the floor with their backs against the wall as Noah handed them both a suggested diet. Nellie took a couple more hits of her inhaler, shaking it after each time. "Now it's not mandatory for you to stick to this particular diet, but I highly suggest that you do if you want to get the most of your training and lose weight as quickly as possible."

Mark laughs. I can’t help but smile at how they seem to be taking this in good faith. I try to ‘absorb’ their mood, but I’m failing. “Is there a specific diet I should stick to?” I ask in a bid to distract my racing, depressing thoughts. “I’ll give the diet plan to the chef. Don’t worry or stress yourself about that,” the doctor assures me. I nod and wish she could stop telling me to stop stressing. The more she says it, the more I find myself stressing.

"Or not really?" "If you want to, yes. We can do that, Adreana. But I have to ask some questions first." "Okay, Doc." "Do you exercise a lot?" "No. I mean, not anymore. I stopped going to the gym last year," Adreana explained. "Frequently?" "I used to work out every other day. But I sprained my wrist and ankle, so, I had to tone it down." "Okay," Dr. Moretti said with a nod. Her right hand was busy jotting down some words on the patient chart. "Are you on a strict diet?"

I have better things to worry about anyway. “What did the doctor say about my eating plan?” I ask Landon as I step into the car. He shuts the door and rounds the car, getting in. “Seat belt,” he points out before swerving out of the parking lot to the main road. “She put you on pills to manage the nausea and an easy diet. Since you can digest fruits without puking, she recommended adding it whenever you eat and snacking on it.” He gives me a pointed look next and I shift on the leather seat, knowing what's coming, “so no junks whenever. At least, for the time being.”

Hopefully, he can become a very good one, in no time. Mrs. Youra goes every morning, Monday through Friday, from eight to eleven in the morning. She is Vanity's nutritional advisor, who designs meal plans for people interested in improving their lifestyle. While Daniel takes it upon himself to help them sculpt their bodies, she helps them strengthen their minds and create new eating habits.

I sat in the exam room at the clinic for the test, while Arosh made arrangements for our day out. I was afraid that I would have to talk to the doctor again but was determined to get some answers for once even if he tried to tease again. Dr. Stone came back with my test results "Everything seems normal. You can have snacks and carbs for lunch, vegetables and chicken for dinner. The last thing to put back in your diet should be red meat Take things slow and don't work your body up" . . . .

"The portions are calculated precisely for your weight and activity level. You won't gain weight. You'll survive." He sat down. Not politely. Not casually. Like a man who decided this was war—but would postpone the battle for now. He reached for the oatmeal first. One spoonful. Then another. Then he paused. "Is this... date?" Sloane looked up from her tablet, where she was already drafting his recovery protocol. "Yes. Natural sugar. Fast-absorbing. Otherwise you'd crash during training." "Of course," Lennox muttered. "Natural sugar. What's next—ashwagandha and a yoga class during my match?"

I needed the chip in her to push the brain to release that chemical. She was very slow to consume the plated variant being served to her tonight, It's perhaps the new diet being incorporated in her or whatever the reason is, I don't bother asking as I am so mesmerized by the scene in front of me and I love putting her in black. Her cleavage is shown down right to her upper abs. All that training has given her a good definition, her new calorie intake has helped greatly it showed on her skin as it is glowing better. Her diet is designed according to her blood type, and of course, a tiny amount of sleep aid mixed in her portion will help normalize her state even more.