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Amberleigh was tempted to spit in Courtney’s food, but she knew the unwelcomed bitch was unlikely to eat most of it anyway. Courtney not only had an aversion to being a good person, she also avoided carbs like the plague. No traces of muffin top or cellulite was tolerated on the heiress’ body. Amber could pinch more than an inch on her own hips and was loving life because of it. The men in her life had never complained so she was going to keep doing her without shame. Life was far too fucking short without sugar and carbs in her opinion.

She pats my hand, giving me a grateful smile. "What do you want for breakfast?" Jarek asks as he motions the entertainer to serve Brooke whatever she asks. "Ummm... just OJ and plain toast." She says after thinking for a while. "Just this?" Jarek frowns, looking unhappy, "Make some scrambled eggs and avocado toast for her, and also give her fresh orange juice." He orders for her and gives her a stern glare to Brooke when she is about to protest. "You are underweight." Jarek turns to her, still giving her that stern big-brother glare, "You need to eat healthy to reach up to a healthy weight."

Alex, ever the scientist, offered an explanation that sounded like it was plucked from a futuristic tome. "Aurora, observe," Alex began, his eyes alight with the thrill of discovery. "This singular blue pill encapsulates between 600-700 calories, fortified with a full spectrum of vitamins and every mineral essential for our bodies to thrive. By consuming just three of these pills daily, we provide our bodies with everything needed to function optimally. They're engineered to contain only what's absolutely necessary, eliminating the need for waste. It's healthy, natural, and enables us to work without the interruptions of eating and restroom breaks."

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.

he whispered hotly in her ear. Goosebumps ran down the girl's back. And she froze, not moving anymore. Only cheeks treacherously reddened. Dinner consisted almost entirely of meat. It looks like it was deer. And men absorbed it simply in huge quantities. Deamara watched in shock as the huge juicy chunks disappeared from the plates at an alarming rate, and still couldn't understand how the Markats managed to stay so slender with such a diet. And after all, on toned muscular bodies there is not a gram of excess fat.

" I'm not eating that" " You need this, your body is weak right now and i found out that plain rice congee is a revitalizing meal. Good for your sensitive stomach ", Zeke said plainly. " Besides, last night i felt that you're too thin - basically just skin and bones". Alan scoffed, barely containing his inner rage. Skin and bones...? Too thin...?, the sheer audacity of this man. He huffed, glaring daggers at Zeke. "Sure, nice coming from someone who had me tossed around like a rag doll throughout the night".

Now it was practically hanging off her. Her brother stated firmly, “You need to eat some seriously fatty food.” Giovanni’s fingers were working the material of the tie deftly as Gianna protested, “Fatty foods are not the way for me to gain back any weight.” “But think about it,” Giovanni insisted. “We could have pizza and ice cream and all those fatty, super unhealthy American foods that are really bad for you but taste amazing.” “We?” Gianna scoffed, knocking him gently on the arm. “You don’t need to gain any weight.”

He narrowed his eyes, suspicious… but didn’t fire me. Step two: Attack his diet. Pierce Carter was all about clean eating and abs you could iron shirts on. So I made him breakfast—heart-attack edition: extra greasy bacon, syrup-drenched pancakes, and three raw egg yolks floating in a glass. “Breakfast of champions,” I said sweetly. He gave me a long, hard look. “What the hell is this?” “Protein boost! Trendy on TikTok.” He cut into the pancake, paused… and handed me the plate.

"Is goody goody Caroline a little ass eater?" I rolled my eyes, smiling at his inane assumptions. "At least I take my coffee like a normal person." "Sugar makes me fat," he grumbled. "You've never been fat," I pointed out, pulling my laptop from my bag. "So? I know how science works. Sugar is made of carbs and carbs are unkind to anyone's waistline." "I watched you pound like six plus beers at the bonfire. You can't tell me you don't eat carbs." "Of course I eat carbs. But only certain kinds. And beer is for special occasions."

Sloan shook his head, the man was living a healthy lifestyle and Hendry knew that he judges his choice of take-out order every time. "And because of that look, go ahead and add their gooey chocolate chip cookies." "I'm giving you the look because you need to live a healthier lifestyle." "Hey, I spent all morning under the sun, walking, swinging my golf clubs, that's pure work out right there." Hendry laughed when Sloan squinted his eyes but said nothing. The guy knows not to challenge his boss. Hendry still looks fit, though he knew that Sloan was right, he'd feel better with less salt, processed cheese, and grease in his diet.