Eat For Life Novels & Stories

Hearing Emily's report, Louis widened his eyes. He quickly covered the lunch box in front of him. Seeing her son's behavior, Kara put on a wise expression. "Honey, we shouldn't waste food. There are a lot of hungry people out there. We should be grateful for what's on our plate. So, come on. Finish your broccoli." "But I don't like it," Louis sulked. "Besides, I just need protein and carbohydrates to build muscle and get strong."

He noticed immediately, "What?" I pointed, "You." He looked down at the burger then back at me, "Yes." "You're eating that." "That is generally how food works." I couldn't believe this, "You eat healthier than anyone I've ever met. Every meal is carefully planned. Everything has protein, vegetables, vitamins, minerals, and whatever other things your body apparently requires to function at maximum efficiency." "I eat other things." "No you don't." "I do." "I've never seen it."

She chewed slowly, looking straight ahead, feeling the protein settle in her stomach and the kick of the baby inside her, who seemed to be doing a happy dance at the influx of calories. "One for the Prince," Leela muttered, handing Caspian a piece of toast. "One for the Princess." She gave Briar a strawberry. "And two for the Queen." She shoveled another forkful into her own mouth. Fennigan watched the rhythm, his golden eyes tracking the movement of the fork. He watched his son chewing with his mouth open, crumbs falling onto Fennigan’s dark trousers. He watched his daughter leaning back against Leela’s chest, her eyes heavy with food-induced bliss. And he watched his mate, fierce and unrep

The experience felt strangely warm and unfamiliar. "Let's see... what would you like to eat today?" she murmured softly, speaking to her baby as though the little one could hear her. She slowly walked down the aisle of instant foods. Her hand reached toward the shelves of instant noodles—the inexpensive meal she usually relied on whenever she ran out of energy or ideas. But the female doctor's serious expression suddenly flashed through her mind. "Don't eat too many processed foods. Make sure your eggs are fully cooked, and cut back on coffee."

James looked at Elizabeth with his face darkened, and he was so shocked. He knew that she had a good appetite and could eat a lot recently, but he didn't expect that she could eat so much. At home, she could eat two bowls of rice without stopping, and could even drink two bowls of soup. She mentioned a lot of food just now, didn't she? "Can you... eat all of them?" Elizabeth smiled faintly, "Although I said many kinds of food, now... I feel that I can totally eat them up." James was a little speechless, "But... most of them are not nutritious." Except for steak and pineapple rice, those food was either greasy food or junk food. Could she eat that?

My adoptive parents' long-lost daughter came back. She's a wellness influencer. She eats from crystal bowls she "cleansed." Sleeps with a white noise machine. She will only ride in a custom, climate-controlled car. That's not all. She filled our family's Manhattan law firm with Himalayan salt lamps and energy crystals. The espresso in the conference room? Replaced with gluten-free, organic dandelion root tea. "The energy here is so murky," she'd say. "We need to cleanse the world with love and light!"

She went to the back a little laid on the long chair, her eyes closed, and that was how she slept all through the journey. I stopped at the mini market, hopped down to lock the doors after parking. I walked into the stinky area to buy plenty of vegetables. Tye talked about it again, sounding a warning to myself and Amelia, asking we don't miss a vegetable treat in a day. “How can I eat vegetables every day?” She cried. “I am not a goat!” “You don't have to eat just leaves in your food, Mrs. Ethan,” the man said, clasping his hands on the table where it was. “You should eat fruits, take beverages, and even add plenty of water to your list of diets.”

It really was as the saying went: You won't die without love, but loving someone makes you come alive. "Eat more," she urged. "Didn't you say outside food isn't as good as what I make? Today's version is low oil and low salt—healthy." Seeing that Nick was picking up his fork more cautiously than usual, Khloe had to take matters into her own hands and pile food onto his plate. Only when his plate was heaped full did he finally protest. "That's enough. If I keep eating like this, I'll really get a middle-aged belly." "You won't get a middle-aged belly," Khloe laughed. "You're Nick Hunt."

“I can’t believe I’m eating this much.” “It’s all part of the package,” Jennie says with a shrug. “You’ll get used to it. Plus, you’re going to need your strength.” I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth. “Huh? Get used to this nightmarish thingy?” Jennie shakes her head. “Nope. I think lifestyle is a better way to put it.” Great. Just what I need. “Fine,” I say, my mouth full of food. “Bring it on. But I’m gonna need a lot more of this to survive.”

Elias divulged as he wore a smile on his face tossing the bread away. "What else do you think someone can eat when the meal isn't ready as it is now?" Elias asked knowing how he loved chops. "You can try nuts, they're good for your health I assure you of that and you don't have to be worried about anything when you eat nuts... But remember anything eaten too much tends to affect the health as well so you have to control what you eat Elias" Fiona divulged, Elias was impressed knowing that if he knew this about his health he would have stopped eating bread a long while from now.