This word makes me think of my mother and the batshit crazy diet shit that she worries about on a daily basis. Diet to her means not eating for days and then binging on whatever food someone else is making. It drives me insane to hear her talk about how she only eats salads for lunch and then watch her scarf down her weight in whatever is within reach.
I’m about to begin a food challenge, the Raw Food Challenge, with my roommate in the upcoming week. I figured it would be good to watch what I eat and control my diet. Pertain to my dietary needs and all.
We weren’t sure what Samantha meant by “dietary.” It was either that she was going to forget about it in one week’s time or she was going to go through with it. We didn’t care either way. It was hard to truly care about anything in those days.
dietary supplements are the bane of this society’s existence. many believe it to be the saviour of its notorious obesity, but capitalism uses it to further its grip on the gullible and those seeking an easy way to good health. dietary supplements are bad.
The table is cluttered with half finished dishes. 12 courses and the food is still coming. New dishes are set atop old. Gluttinous men and women use forks, chopsticks, hands, to stuff food into their mouths.
A nutricionis is someone who write ro you a dietry so you can have a good heathy. Usually a person who does a dietry can´t eat chocolat, gums,soda, and other things that is almost impossible to live without because is very delicious.There is some person that have to have a dietary becaus have a deseas like diabetics.
oo!!! that hurts boss, what hurts James, my tummy, well that’s to bad,it is to bad don’t talk that way I don’t feel good at all. Well then I’m going to call the doc.No please not now!608. No. 3030,get out of here. 607 ssshhhh I’m on the phone! gust goooooo!!!!! shut up, oh ya um I have a man over here that a dietary problem.
Oh my goodness. My dietary issues. What I can and cannot eat. One doesn’t realize how lucky they are to have garbage fries at 2 in the morning after a night of drinking everclear until they can’t anymore. Don’t take it for granted. Food is amazing and a lot of people can’t eat whatever they want whenever they want. Dietary restrictions or not.
I didn’t think too hard about how my arteries would feel after the double-decker hamburger entered my mouth. I didn’t worry that one day I would be crippled over in pain, feeling my heart clench against my chest. All I knew was extra cheese and added bacon, slathered in barbeque sauce. That was love. The truest, tastiest form.
Starting a diet wasn’t really the best solution, but it was all he could afford at the moment. If he wanted to lose weight, then he would have to blaze his own path at home, eating a little less and cutting down on the carbs. He would have to consume more veggies; his plan was beginning to form before his eyes.
He had already emptied out his pantry of almost everything canned. Next to go was the boxed stuff; anything with the word “instant” on it had to go, too. The only thing left to get rid of was the nagging feeling of anxiety when he looked at his ribs in the mirror.
She knew she needed to lose weight and she knew that the dietary guidelines required her to stick to a certain caloric intake but she would be damned if she was NOT going to have a piece of that chocolate cake today, and now because it was too tempting to just walk away.
Dietary? Why do I care? Oh yeah, I don’t! Diets are horrible; they limit the amount of chocolate and junk food you can eat. Who cares if it is healthy; we all die some day and I intend to die happy.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if something dietary could change your life expectancy? Like, wouldn’t it be great if those who ate healthy and exercised right lived to be 100, and those who did not treat their body right, “suffered the consequences”?
I have a dietary diet. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS WORD MEANS! So…….My dietary pan is to eat nothing but candy for ne year and see what happens….THIS IS NOT SMART!!!
Moments on a farm, passing by as calmly as sheep grazing but as quickly as striking thunder. Dietary days are far from so. For all the hunger and what it’s worth, do not starve yourself – just eat moderately. Then, you will be as kind to those suffering from lack of food as you will to yourself. In a western world, where the amount of food floods you and everyone else, do not forget – no one forces you to eat it. Just take a little less on your plate.
she had dietary restrictions but this said nothing for her pallet. She was far more into taste than health. one exceedingly more important than the other—and obviously so. she more her decision daily.
There was a dietary restriction. They force fed her through small, plastic tubes that pumped her body with nutrients to sustain. The color was a shade of green and purple, slowly trickling as she fought for her life.
“How many calories is this? You know, the dye listed in the ingredients has been linked to autism. Are you sure you want to be feeding this to your kids? I swear, parents should have to pass a dietary knowledge quiz before they’re allowed to have children.”
Her mouth watered at the sight of the plates filling the ballroom. Decadent dishes of steak, chicken, and fish drowned in ungodly creamy sauces with sides of carbs. They all waited for everyone to be served before digging in, and she was last. “Your requested salad, Madam,” the server said with a mocking smile as he placed a bowl of regret in front of her.
The dietary restrictions were laid out before us, and we were afraid. It wasn’t enough; we were all going to starve if we didn’t find more food somewhere.
“Please consider dietary concerns before imbibing this product…”
Yeah, whatever. She wasn’t about to let a goddamn dietary concern get in the way of psionic powers, not when there was so much to gain. Who would? She doubted anybody read past the first warnings on this bottle of strange fluid.
“Side effects may include: Nausea for several days, depression, cancer, premature death by expulsion of major organs through the mouth, and terthys virus.”
Terthys virus, that “walking corpse” bullshit the media’s been harping on for years now. Not worth worrying about.
She filled up a syringe and stabbed it into the nearest artery she could find, hoping she’d get what she needed to stop them.
One thing the passengers could not complain about was the arrangements for their dietary needs. Anything they wanted, and as much of it as they wanted, except it was all chewing gum. Not having room for real food, it was all fabricated. Pills would have been more compact, but the act of chewing has long been known to be essential to physical health.
Diet is something i DIdn’t think much about before all this happened. Now the thought of eating seems like this impossible thing. I can’t get food in my mouth. And if I somehow manage to, it comes out shortly thereafter.
I have never heard a thing such as a dietary, as my nutriologist suggested it. I think, probably she meant that I am far behind my nutrigional regimen. In other words, fat. Very fat.
I looked up from observing the crushed ice in my glass of water. “What do you mean?”
My wife was making a face, tapping a long fingernail against the laminated menu. “Everything’s too greasy, too salty, or too sugary. And half the courses are just different varieties of bread. Unless I want to spend the rest of the evening in bed groaning about the evils of gluten, I may just have to eat the lemon in my drink.”
I didn’t go to school today. I woke up late. Not VERY late, but still late. It’s like, a few more minutes school would start and I haven’t done my homework yet. So, yeah.
I never thought about the chewy nature of cockroaches before. That after their crunchiness there would have such a splash of chewy flavor. I am sure, after devouring this wonderfully tasty crunchy creature, there is a #dietary revolution just around the corner! @oznolem #oneword
i’ve never had any sort of dietary restrictions in my life, but when i was a kid, my mother tried to make me eat one of those strange vegetables, the one that is purple. i could never eat it, because i always seemed to think that the vegetable had a life in itself, and it wanted to talk to me about my life choices and all.
“Dietary needs? He’s not a were or a vamp, dearie. He’ll be fine on greens and gristle like the rest of us normies.”
“if that is to be an insult, Madame, then I must confess that you shall have to try much harder than that.”
Stormie rolled her eyes and physically shouldered the hulking brute off of the examination table. “Thanks for looking him over, Psyren. I’ll make sure he eats his…greens.”
“You will do no such thing,” the man protested. “I am quite capable of feeding myself without requiring further interference into my-”
“Yes, yes, I know,” Stormie slipped around to place two hands on his back and push him to the door. She tried not to think of the fact that there was now cool, smooth scales than the warm, familiar skin she was used to. “Let’s just–go, yeah?”
If he noticed the stumble in her words, he didn’t say anything, but the perplexed expression remained for quite some time.
A thousand psychosomatic ailments hide behind dietary excuses.
All I can think of are dietary restrictions. Gluten intolerance, is that even legit? I have my doubts.
This word makes me think of my mother and the batshit crazy diet shit that she worries about on a daily basis. Diet to her means not eating for days and then binging on whatever food someone else is making. It drives me insane to hear her talk about how she only eats salads for lunch and then watch her scarf down her weight in whatever is within reach.
I’m about to begin a food challenge, the Raw Food Challenge, with my roommate in the upcoming week. I figured it would be good to watch what I eat and control my diet. Pertain to my dietary needs and all.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into.
My dietary needs are symbolic. When I looked into the sky this weekend, the rainbow, the sun caught in the clouds, bowed towards the North West.
We weren’t sure what Samantha meant by “dietary.” It was either that she was going to forget about it in one week’s time or she was going to go through with it. We didn’t care either way. It was hard to truly care about anything in those days.
dietary supplements are the bane of this society’s existence. many believe it to be the saviour of its notorious obesity, but capitalism uses it to further its grip on the gullible and those seeking an easy way to good health. dietary supplements are bad.
The table is cluttered with half finished dishes. 12 courses and the food is still coming. New dishes are set atop old. Gluttinous men and women use forks, chopsticks, hands, to stuff food into their mouths.
A nutricionis is someone who write ro you a dietry so you can have a good heathy. Usually a person who does a dietry can´t eat chocolat, gums,soda, and other things that is almost impossible to live without because is very delicious.There is some person that have to have a dietary becaus have a deseas like diabetics.
The fat woman grumbled under breath with the man’s rough words to her. “I may not good at dietary things, but at least I have a brain.”
a person who wants to have a good healthy needs to do a dietary .
oo!!! that hurts boss, what hurts James, my tummy, well that’s to bad,it is to bad don’t talk that way I don’t feel good at all. Well then I’m going to call the doc.No please not now!608. No. 3030,get out of here. 607 ssshhhh I’m on the phone! gust goooooo!!!!! shut up, oh ya um I have a man over here that a dietary problem.
Oh my goodness. My dietary issues. What I can and cannot eat. One doesn’t realize how lucky they are to have garbage fries at 2 in the morning after a night of drinking everclear until they can’t anymore. Don’t take it for granted. Food is amazing and a lot of people can’t eat whatever they want whenever they want. Dietary restrictions or not.
I didn’t think too hard about how my arteries would feel after the double-decker hamburger entered my mouth. I didn’t worry that one day I would be crippled over in pain, feeling my heart clench against my chest. All I knew was extra cheese and added bacon, slathered in barbeque sauce. That was love. The truest, tastiest form.
Starting a diet wasn’t really the best solution, but it was all he could afford at the moment. If he wanted to lose weight, then he would have to blaze his own path at home, eating a little less and cutting down on the carbs. He would have to consume more veggies; his plan was beginning to form before his eyes.
He had already emptied out his pantry of almost everything canned. Next to go was the boxed stuff; anything with the word “instant” on it had to go, too. The only thing left to get rid of was the nagging feeling of anxiety when he looked at his ribs in the mirror.
She knew she needed to lose weight and she knew that the dietary guidelines required her to stick to a certain caloric intake but she would be damned if she was NOT going to have a piece of that chocolate cake today, and now because it was too tempting to just walk away.
Dietary? Why do I care? Oh yeah, I don’t! Diets are horrible; they limit the amount of chocolate and junk food you can eat. Who cares if it is healthy; we all die some day and I intend to die happy.
Fat fat fat, i m so fat, il feel the sugar in my blood, ho no, it s not sugar, but what is it ??? I will die
Wouldn’t it be amazing if something dietary could change your life expectancy? Like, wouldn’t it be great if those who ate healthy and exercised right lived to be 100, and those who did not treat their body right, “suffered the consequences”?
I have a dietary diet. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS WORD MEANS! So…….My dietary pan is to eat nothing but candy for ne year and see what happens….THIS IS NOT SMART!!!
Moments on a farm, passing by as calmly as sheep grazing but as quickly as striking thunder. Dietary days are far from so. For all the hunger and what it’s worth, do not starve yourself – just eat moderately. Then, you will be as kind to those suffering from lack of food as you will to yourself. In a western world, where the amount of food floods you and everyone else, do not forget – no one forces you to eat it. Just take a little less on your plate.
she had dietary restrictions but this said nothing for her pallet. She was far more into taste than health. one exceedingly more important than the other—and obviously so. she more her decision daily.
There was a dietary restriction. They force fed her through small, plastic tubes that pumped her body with nutrients to sustain. The color was a shade of green and purple, slowly trickling as she fought for her life.
“How many calories is this? You know, the dye listed in the ingredients has been linked to autism. Are you sure you want to be feeding this to your kids? I swear, parents should have to pass a dietary knowledge quiz before they’re allowed to have children.”
Her mouth watered at the sight of the plates filling the ballroom. Decadent dishes of steak, chicken, and fish drowned in ungodly creamy sauces with sides of carbs. They all waited for everyone to be served before digging in, and she was last. “Your requested salad, Madam,” the server said with a mocking smile as he placed a bowl of regret in front of her.
The dietary restrictions were laid out before us, and we were afraid. It wasn’t enough; we were all going to starve if we didn’t find more food somewhere.
“Please consider dietary concerns before imbibing this product…”
Yeah, whatever. She wasn’t about to let a goddamn dietary concern get in the way of psionic powers, not when there was so much to gain. Who would? She doubted anybody read past the first warnings on this bottle of strange fluid.
“Side effects may include: Nausea for several days, depression, cancer, premature death by expulsion of major organs through the mouth, and terthys virus.”
Terthys virus, that “walking corpse” bullshit the media’s been harping on for years now. Not worth worrying about.
She filled up a syringe and stabbed it into the nearest artery she could find, hoping she’d get what she needed to stop them.
One thing the passengers could not complain about was the arrangements for their dietary needs. Anything they wanted, and as much of it as they wanted, except it was all chewing gum. Not having room for real food, it was all fabricated. Pills would have been more compact, but the act of chewing has long been known to be essential to physical health.
during my time with you, my love, calories were burned.
Jae started her dietary supplement the other day, but wasn’t feeling very well. Her stomach was cramping and she didn’t want to go to
one word for taking money and repaying it.
Diet is something i DIdn’t think much about before all this happened. Now the thought of eating seems like this impossible thing. I can’t get food in my mouth. And if I somehow manage to, it comes out shortly thereafter.
I have never heard a thing such as a dietary, as my nutriologist suggested it. I think, probably she meant that I am far behind my nutrigional regimen. In other words, fat. Very fat.
“This menu doesn’t work for my dietary needs.”
I looked up from observing the crushed ice in my glass of water. “What do you mean?”
My wife was making a face, tapping a long fingernail against the laminated menu. “Everything’s too greasy, too salty, or too sugary. And half the courses are just different varieties of bread. Unless I want to spend the rest of the evening in bed groaning about the evils of gluten, I may just have to eat the lemon in my drink.”
I didn’t go to school today. I woke up late. Not VERY late, but still late. It’s like, a few more minutes school would start and I haven’t done my homework yet. So, yeah.
blaj blah blah blah blah
diets are for quitters. dietary supplements are for losers
be fat and enjoy it
#adipose
I never thought about the chewy nature of cockroaches before. That after their crunchiness there would have such a splash of chewy flavor. I am sure, after devouring this wonderfully tasty crunchy creature, there is a #dietary revolution just around the corner! @oznolem #oneword
i’ve never had any sort of dietary restrictions in my life, but when i was a kid, my mother tried to make me eat one of those strange vegetables, the one that is purple. i could never eat it, because i always seemed to think that the vegetable had a life in itself, and it wanted to talk to me about my life choices and all.
“Dietary needs? He’s not a were or a vamp, dearie. He’ll be fine on greens and gristle like the rest of us normies.”
“if that is to be an insult, Madame, then I must confess that you shall have to try much harder than that.”
Stormie rolled her eyes and physically shouldered the hulking brute off of the examination table. “Thanks for looking him over, Psyren. I’ll make sure he eats his…greens.”
“You will do no such thing,” the man protested. “I am quite capable of feeding myself without requiring further interference into my-”
“Yes, yes, I know,” Stormie slipped around to place two hands on his back and push him to the door. She tried not to think of the fact that there was now cool, smooth scales than the warm, familiar skin she was used to. “Let’s just–go, yeah?”
If he noticed the stumble in her words, he didn’t say anything, but the perplexed expression remained for quite some time.
It took every ouch of strength
every gasp of breath
from that kitchen floor
and to her last regret,
such a grand idea she had
to give in, not for fuel,
but for a saccharine desire
that played her for a fool.
For no expenses spared,
she cheated on her diet,
for which her stomach cried
but her mind would soon quiet
for once she fed the crave
it should shelter back within
to allow her to get on track
and in control again.