Eat For Life Novels & Stories

She was allowing herself to stay close to me. It was more than I deserved. I picked up the eighteen-dollar box of granola and put it in the cart. Then I picked up another. And one more. “Three boxes?” Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to eat all that?” “You’re going to eat all that. You need energy.” “I eat anything. Rice, beans, instant noodles…” “That’s exactly the problem.” I picked up a jar of organic honey. Then a package of imported nuts. Then a French cheese that cost more than her monthly rent. “You’re burning supernatural energy now. Your body needs quality fuel.”

I ask Jackson, plugging in the coffee pot. “Can you make bacon and eggs like Scarlet does?” “Sure,” I say, internalizing my grimace. I’m no master chef, but I do try to eat healthy, and I want Jackson to grow up with good eating habits like I did. And it makes working out worthless when I eat like shit anyway, so the Pop-Tarts and cereal mornings should be over.

It would be hard to bump into another god that was willing to help her. “I'll listen to you, Poison.” “Then.. your food is on the table, you should eat.” Violet followed him to the table and played with the plate containing greens and some other stuffs that were meant to be healthy. She frowned and grabbed the spoon, staring at it distastefully. “You shouldn't look at food like that. Everything is energy, including food. If you look at your food with remorse and eat it anyways, it won't nourish you to the greatest of its ability.”

“Eat. And I would have gone with the black dress, which is a little more conservative, but it’s kinda tight because—” “It shrunk in the dryer, not because you’ve gained weight,” Everly says at the same time as I do. We both laugh and Everly finally takes a bite of the banana. It’s a bit of a mad dash to finish getting ready and, right as Everly is about to walk out to wait for the bus, she remembers she didn’t pack a lunch for herself today so it’s an even madder dash back into the house to throw together something for her to eat. We’re both vegetarians and Everly went full vegan over a year ago. She’s my tree-hugging, animal-loving, rights-for-everyone daughter and I couldn’t be prouder of

During the conversation, I notice Ezra sliding the carrots to one side of his plate, his nose scrunched in distaste. “You don’t like carrots?” Elijah asks, staring at Ezra's plate. Ezra shakes his head. “They taste very bleugh!” He sticks his tongue out, and Elijah hums. “I see. It's totally okay to not like something after you have tasted it. But…” Elijah says, and Ezra looks up at him. “You shouldn’t waste food like that. Some people don’t have the luxury of a proper meal like you do. Recycling is much better than wasting.”

they usually fight for it almost every day because Justin doesn’t have enough time to cook as their most of the time would spend in making his face only. “I’ll have fish for today,” Justin said as he approached Ella, “no, yesterday you made a beep, today something light”. Ella said as she keeps some mushrooms in the basket. “What issue do you have with my healthy food?” Justin asks being irritated, “they contain heat, fat, calories, most of the middle age people are dying because of a heart attack”.

She’s been unusually quiet ever since. As we walk down the long aisles stacked with a rainbow of organic peppers and fruit, Kitty mumbles about how hard it is shopping for the boys. Lyall and Ben will eat anything, but Elliot only eats low-carb high protein, Alastaire won’t let anything but the finest delicacies taint his refined palate, and Felix always checks labels for MSG and food dyes and throws away anything that doesn’t meet his rigorous standards. Which is why we’re shopping at Whole Foods, and not the infinitely cheaper supermarket across the way. Not that I’m complaining mind you – I’m addicted to their lemon yogurt.

Frankly, I've never understood why they changed the name of "The Feast" to the "Nutrition Center." Over seventy percent of the food here is high-fat, high-calorie "American fast food." Given we're in one of the most remote towns in America, finding diverse and multicultural chefs is even harder than getting truant students to attend class. Vegetarians even staged a public protest at school, leading to two chaotic weeks of everyone bringing their own lunches! Can't blame them, though—other options are either atrociously bad or might as well be diet pills.

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

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.