Eat Smarter Novels & Stories

He thought Charity would find the food she cooked awful after she tried it. However, she did not at all. He was a little sulky. Could it be that there was something wrong with his tastebuds now that he was sick? “I’m not good at cooking.” Charity suddenly said, “I don’t like adding seasoning to food, so I usually add very little salt and oil. I think reducing the intake of these will be better for our health. I never used to worry about getting sick or dying, but after giving birth to Cal, I think I should avoid getting sick. I want to live longer, at least until Cal grows up safe and healthy.”

He nodded in agreement. After eating a wonderful steak, baked potato, salad, steamed green beans and a dinner roll, I put my hand on my belly. Josh looked at me wide-eyed, “Are you alright?” I laughed, “I’m fine. I’m just really full. My eyes were almost bigger than my stomach.” He laughed, “I’m glad you’re eating healthy food.” I smiled, “I just need to remind myself that I should stay away from salt as much as possible. I know that can raise my blood pressure.” Josh smiled, “Good idea, love.”

Liam was unsure whether he should laugh or cry. Anna’s voice lowered even more as she said, “This one is scrambled eggs with shrimp… And this is egg soup…” Liam slammed his fork and said, “I feel that you scrambled a huge batch of eggs and separated them into six different plates!” “Eggs are good, they’re nutritious! They’re also easy to digest and are a good source of protein. These chives especially can improve your health!” Anna quickly placed some of each dish onto Liam’s plate in hopes that she could stuff his mouth. However, she did not expect that Liam’s expression would suddenly turn angry, which made her hands tremble in fear.

He ordered a full table of dishes, and though I could practically hear my wallet crying, I couldn’t deny that everything looked delicious. “Try it,” he said, his movements graceful as he began to eat. I didn’t bother with grace. The food was too good to worry about table manners. I took big bites, savoring the flavors. “Eat slower,” he said quietly. “It tastes better with bigger bites,” I replied, not slowing down. “It’s not good for your digestion,” he cautioned. “You eat to taste food. If you eat for your digestion, you might as well be eating porridge every day,” I shot back, earning a disapproving glare from him.

I asked, drawing out a chair and sitting down adjacent to her at the dining table. “Spinach and feta omelet made with free-range eggs, accompanied by smoked salmon on freshly baked sourdough bread with avocado slices and a sprinkle of sea salt,” Rebecca said with a small smile on her face as she kept on eating. There was this thing about every wealthy person—they loved to pronounce whatever they were eating in those long words to make you know every detail of what they ate. For us, as average people in society, we would rather call it by the shorter names.

Trust me, she does. Now for the other thing I wanted to talk to her about. I asked, "So, Leah, do you think it's safe for me to travel? Like to go with Damien to visit a few packs." She nodded, "I see no reason for you not to. The babies are healthy. You are doing great. Just make sure to eat frequently. No more peanut butter and pickles." I laughed, "That was a one-time thing, and no one is letting me live it down." Leah started laughing, "The funny part was Yara's reaction to it. I have never known a wolf to have that much control over one of us." I growled, "She was being really obstinate that day. Now I think she's automatically changing the cravings I have. My cravings are for more heal

I snort and she flashes me a smile so bright it could blind me. “First, fruits and vegetables aren’t body-building foods, and secondly Aria, I’ll punch myself in the throat the day that you manage to put aside a greasy burger or extra cheesy pizza, and eat an apple or asparagus.” She opened her mouth to retort but one look from me had her shutting her mouth and looking as guilty as she should be.

I ask Edward, plugging in the coffee pot. “Can you make bacon and eggs like Elizabeth does?” “Sure,” I say, internalizing my grimace. I’m no master chef, but I do try to eat healthy and I want Edward 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.

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

cornetto, marocchino, what’s not to like? “Good.” Jamie puts up a light smile, “Have more then, especially the salad. They help reduce weight.” Huh. Who said I want to lose weight? I have a normal BMI for my height. Though as a man. Concerning his secretary’s weight, Jamie is surely a manipulating boss, isn’t he?