روايات وقصص ضمن Leveling Up By Only Eating

He was grading papers—he had started teaching a creative writing workshop at the local community college. "He's old, Cale," Elion said gently. "He's fifteen. Maybe sixteen. Old men don't eat as much." "He ate yesterday," Cale argued. "His consumption rate has dropped by 90% in twenty-four hours. That is a statistical cliff." "Maybe he just wants the wet food. Open a can of tuna." "I offered tuna. I offered salmon. I offered warm milk, which is technically bad for his digestion but high in caloric value. He refused all inputs."

Such a little climber. "Gimmie a high five!" He swung his palm hard, applying maximum effort to create the world’s biggest slap. I accentuated shaking my hand, seeing a proud grin manifest across his lips. "Wow, buddy. That's some muscle you're packing there." "That's because I eat all my broccoli," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Mom said it'll make me grow up big and strong." Baby Faye stared up at me with her huge innocent blue eyes.

Nothing else matters to a starving girl ! I strut towards the long table that had various kinds of foods . I grab a plate and the worker posted at the stall helps serve the food onto it . I decide to get a blueberry muffin , sausages and salami with eggs and bacon . Michael stares at my plate , probably wondering if I can finish everything I've gotten . " How do you eat all that and not get fat . Aren't you a human ? " He asks . I scoff . " I still have vampire genes "

He likes the way his stomach burns when he hasn't eaten for long periods, and when his stomach isn't he feels fire burn within in his skin. He must be small to be loved, and that's all he knows. When Zee asks if he wants to go to dinner he tries his best to distract him, to prove that there's nothing wrong with him. That he can eat whatever he wants like everyone else can. That he can be skinny without thinking about every number that goes into his body. How does he begin to explain to his family and friends that the main reason he can do addition so quickly is because he does it every night as he decides what he can eat the next day while maintaining stability.

"That too. We need to chase the sugar with some good fats and proteins. It will help your body heal faster. What's on your schedule for today?" I tipped the bowl back and made quick work of my remaining milk. I lowered the bowl, wiped my mouth, and attacked the rest of the food. It took me a minute to realize the room was completely silent. I looked around. Everyone was watching me, mouths open to varying degrees. I wiped my mouth again. "What?" I looked at Tali for some idea. Her mouth snapped closed with a soft click. "When did you start moaning as you ate?" I snorted. "Oh please. I don't moan while I'm eating." I dug back into the eggs. They were so freaking good. Little mounds of delicio

I'm not his mother, but I did attach myself to him for a short time. How could someone as young as him be able to cope with something so disheartening? I'm old, and I'm still having trouble getting by; how is he? He is still young. It is quite unlikely that he is aware of it. "If you want to mature more quickly, you need to eat more food. Don't be such a fussy eater when it comes to the food on the table." He didn't say anything more than a simple nod before picking up his utensils to carry on with his dinner. I sputtered as I turned my eyes away from him, doing my best to conceal the horrible sensation that I was having at that time.

She slurped on a packet from her MRE, it looked something like mashed potatoes. "I don't know how you can stand this stuff. It's like baby food. It makes me want to barf," Brooke said, holding out her package and inspecting it. "Just try not to think about it while you eat. Just keep repeating "food equals energy." Right now we need a lot of energy to make it to the next Sanctuary," Tom said. "If you think about it, baby food is much more efficient. Less wasted energy in chewing and digesting," Ellie said.

Raven suddenly spoke up. Major Herrington raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue. "My body is similar to yours. However, it sounds like you have a 'combat' constitution, whereas I possess a 'speed' constitution. When I was younger, we had very specific training - much like you do now - though it was more focused on the training rather than balancing diet and training," she explained. Artemis leaned back in her chair, giving Raven all of her attention. "So, how about cutting down to breakfast, lunch and dinner until Monday and then switching to only breakfast and dinner. Two meals a day, a protein bar at lunchtime. That's...How I was trained as a child. It's efficient and also teach

“Bring it on. But I’m gonna need a lot more of this to survive.” As I shovel food into my mouth, I start to feel less and less human. The rate at which I'm eating all these is becoming downright scary, and a part of me worries I’ll balloon up to an unrecognizable size. Back at home, I ate very little compared to this. A salad here, a smoothie there. Now, I’m devouring enough food to feed a small army. “Jennie,” I say between bites, “am I going to gain a ton of weight from eating like this? I mean, this is a lot.”

She interrupted me in a short tone. “There’s a reason, and I want to know what!”. I replied, not wanting to back down. “Look…”. She exhaled heavily. “I just can’t…. I can’t seem to shift as easily as I used to”. “What?. How come?” “I don’t know. But it’s been that way for a long time now, so I’ve adapted. There are certain earth mushrooms that give you a boost of energy, like a surge of adrenaline. If I eat one or two, then I can shift. I’ve tried to shift on my own terms, but it’s not been possible”.