Eat For Life Novels & Stories

"Alright, don't be angry. I'll go with you. It's just a shame to let all this food go to waste." He was still hung up on the food?! Evelyn could not believe the nerve of the man. "All you ever do is eat! Are you a pig?" She stormed out of the room, fuming. "Food is the most important thing in life, isn’t it? We literally can’t survive without it!" Elio muttered, picking up the plate of sea urchins. He used a spoon to dig out the contents as he followed his wife, savoring every bite. Uni was truly delicious!

"You must have been really hungry, do you want more?" Nora asked and I shook my head no and smiled at her. "I didn't eat lunch so that's why but if I eat more than this, I am afraid I would add more weight and I don't want that." "You young people and your fear of adding flesh, at least you eat at all, some don't even eat good food and choose to survive on leaves," She said shaking her head in disapproval, I laughed at her expression. "Nora, it's veggies not leaves and it's healthy, but I like food so I can't survive on those, but that doesn't mean I have to be a glutton, thanks for the food,"

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.

“Eat what you are given.” Instead of obeying as he normally does, he pushed his plate away, then pounded his small hands against the wood as he stared at the center food trays. "I want meat!" "Maverick, you need to eat your eggs first," I said, using my firm motherly voice as I pushed the plate back toward him. "You have been eating nothing but meat and raw protein for the past three days. Your stomach needs a balance. Try the eggs."

he said, leaning against the counter, hugging the bucket of chicken. I arched my brows. “Pregnant people can’t eat chicken?” Zane paused, chewing faster. Like he needed to swallow before he spoke. I caught my gaze lingering on his lips—how it moved, how pink and soft they looked. He swallowed. “Julie said you need food with enough fiber and you should cut down on your junk food.” “Julie never told me that.” Zane shrugged. “Maybe she knew you’d just ignore them.” I took a scoop of the oatmeal, but instead of eating, I let it drop back into the bowl with a flop.

Alexa shrugged her shoulders. "Come on, Alex! Life is short. If you are going to think about how you're going to look then forget about happiness and contentment.... Because that comes from food— junk food!" Yara preached, making Claire laugh. "I agree with that, you know!" Claire smiled. Alexa shook her head, stunned, "Not you too, Claire. I'm sure you cut down on your carbs and other intakes to maintain that figure, don't you?" "I never did. I eat what I want." Claire said before her smile faded.

But Shawn slammed the menu down on the table and said seriously, "No. We're eating right here. You young folks should save where you can. Besides, we're not doing anything shady. There's no need to hide from anyone." His words carried a pointed meaning. Talia and Henry exchanged glances, silently understanding the implication. Since Shawn had made his stance clear, they didn't press further. Soon, Shawn's additional two dishes arrived. They were both vegetables. Talia glanced at Henry, worried that the dishes might not be good enough for Shawn. Shawn could tell what was on their minds and said, "I'm old now. Eating less meat and more greens helps me stay healthy." Henry smiled warmly. "You'r

Klaus "Shit. I'd forgotten to give her a snack. It was in the manual, but so were a hundred fucking other things. "Yeah. Just let me..." I grabbed the manual, shuffling through it. No way raising children was this precise.". When my gaze darted to Gravity's preapproved meals, my eyes left my body. Chicken breast, organic wheat quesadilla, spaghetti and meatballs, broccoli casserole... All of those items had to be prepared from scratch. Most of my dinners were Trader Joe's prepackaged meals or pussy. There was no chance of me preparing any of these home-cooked meals.

Her left eye twitched. Breakfast: Soft scrambled eggs (NO browning) Avocado slices (ripe but not mushy) Toast (lightly crisped, not dry) Coffee (strong, no sugar; milk on side) Coffee (with sugar, two spoons — James) Lunch: Grilled chicken (well-marinated, low oil) Steamed vegetables (fresh, no frozen) Rice (fluffy, separate grains) Side salad (no excess dressing) Dinner: Soup (clear, not oily)

He’d always say he was multi-tasking though. Kate and her pa ate dinner first. Her ma would have hers late or sometimes come home already full after grabbing a bite in the diner’s kitchen. When she had dinner at home, Kate would often eat with her. It made Kate happy to chat with her ma but that meant she would eat only half the amount of rice she wanted first with her pa and then run the risk of skipping the other half altogether. It was a good diet. She called it her very own Before and After Seven. She didn’t want to get fat especially now that Ecto guessed she was on the chubby side.