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you a little tense?” she teased.
James looked down at his hand and then put the pile of papers onto his desk. Smoothing the wrinkled edges with his fingers he said, “Actually, I was so busy this afternoon I kind of forgot to be hungry. Of course, I’ve had about five diet sodas and none of them were decaffeinated, so I’m a little jittery.”
Lucy sat in one of the office’s uncomfortable wooden chairs. “This chair reminds me of school,” she said, thinking glumly of Mrs. Waxman. “How did the research go? Are we going to survive this, or will we be eating carrot sticks and Swiss cheese for the rest of our lives?”
“Actually, it’s not that bland. There are a lot of foods on our list that are pretty good. Of course, it helps if you like any vegetable known to man, which I don’t.”
Lucy shrugged. “I like potatoes.”
“Yeah, who doesn’t? Fried; scalloped; baked with cheese, chili, and sour cream; hash browns with ketchup; tater tots—”
“Stop! You’re killing me!” Lucy begged. “All I had for lunch was a Caesar salad with grilled chicken and I’m starving!”
“I know. Right now, I could eat a miniature pony. I had tuna salad without the bread. Man, I already miss not crunching on something.” James consulted his food sheet and smiled widely. “Hey! At least what you had for lunch was good!” He paused. “Did you eat the croutons?”
“Yes,” Lucy admitted sheepishly. “I wasn’t supposed to though, was I?”
“No, but you didn’t know that.” He handed her a stapled packet of menu ideas. She flipped through some of the meals and groaned. “There are so many fish dishes on here. I’m not a big seafood fan.”
“That’s okay,” James said, coming to sit down next to her. “You can make the same recipes using chicken.”
“You did all this today? That is wonderful, James. Thank you.” Lucy looked into his eyes and he held her look for a long moment. Feeling that something intimate had suddenly passed between them, they both dropped their embarrassed gazes to their liberal laps and tried to think of something else to talk about.
They were saved from any further awkwardness by the appearance of Lindy and Bennett. As they came into the office, chattering away about the coolness in the air and what they had eaten for lunch, James pulled two of the plastic chairs from the kitchen area into his office. When Gillian arrived a few minutes later, James gallantly offered his own chair. Everyone seemed genuinely impressed with his work.
“Why, James!” Lindy gushed. “You’ve made this so organized. We won’t have any excuses now, except that we all have to start cooking.”
“Great,” Gillian sighed dramatically, curling a strand of orange hair around her finger. “That’s going to take up a lot of my reflection time. Still,” she brightened, “I’m really getting a strong feeling like there’s a good change ahead for all of us.”
Bennett cleared his throat. “I see some menus here, but what do we eat for a snack? A diet including five smaller meals is more successful than three large ones.”
James was so busy basking in the joy of having four friends gathered around his little desk that he almost didn’t hear Bennett. When the words finally sank in he leapt up and grabbed a sheaf of paper from his printer tray. “I almost forgot. Here’s a list of acceptable snacks.”
The Flab Five’s “Good” Carb Snack List
Celery sticks with Swiss cheese
½ cup low-fat cottage cheese
(add chopped tomatoes or cucumbers if you want)
Cucumber slices with feta cheese or sugar-free ranch dressing
4 ounces nonfat yogurt
Hard-boiled egg
Beef jerky
Hummus (no pita! Use a vegetable to dip instead)
Low-fat ham or turkey slice wrapped up with mozzarella
Mozzarella string cheese (2)
Two pieces Canadian bacon
Granny Smith apple wedges with 1 Tbsp natural or light peanut butter
Dry-roasted peanuts (about 25)
Almonds (¼ cup)
Pistachios (about 30)
Fat-free,
James looked down at his hand and then put the pile of papers onto his desk. Smoothing the wrinkled edges with his fingers he said, “Actually, I was so busy this afternoon I kind of forgot to be hungry. Of course, I’ve had about five diet sodas and none of them were decaffeinated, so I’m a little jittery.”
Lucy sat in one of the office’s uncomfortable wooden chairs. “This chair reminds me of school,” she said, thinking glumly of Mrs. Waxman. “How did the research go? Are we going to survive this, or will we be eating carrot sticks and Swiss cheese for the rest of our lives?”
“Actually, it’s not that bland. There are a lot of foods on our list that are pretty good. Of course, it helps if you like any vegetable known to man, which I don’t.”
Lucy shrugged. “I like potatoes.”
“Yeah, who doesn’t? Fried; scalloped; baked with cheese, chili, and sour cream; hash browns with ketchup; tater tots—”
“Stop! You’re killing me!” Lucy begged. “All I had for lunch was a Caesar salad with grilled chicken and I’m starving!”
“I know. Right now, I could eat a miniature pony. I had tuna salad without the bread. Man, I already miss not crunching on something.” James consulted his food sheet and smiled widely. “Hey! At least what you had for lunch was good!” He paused. “Did you eat the croutons?”
“Yes,” Lucy admitted sheepishly. “I wasn’t supposed to though, was I?”
“No, but you didn’t know that.” He handed her a stapled packet of menu ideas. She flipped through some of the meals and groaned. “There are so many fish dishes on here. I’m not a big seafood fan.”
“That’s okay,” James said, coming to sit down next to her. “You can make the same recipes using chicken.”
“You did all this today? That is wonderful, James. Thank you.” Lucy looked into his eyes and he held her look for a long moment. Feeling that something intimate had suddenly passed between them, they both dropped their embarrassed gazes to their liberal laps and tried to think of something else to talk about.
They were saved from any further awkwardness by the appearance of Lindy and Bennett. As they came into the office, chattering away about the coolness in the air and what they had eaten for lunch, James pulled two of the plastic chairs from the kitchen area into his office. When Gillian arrived a few minutes later, James gallantly offered his own chair. Everyone seemed genuinely impressed with his work.
“Why, James!” Lindy gushed. “You’ve made this so organized. We won’t have any excuses now, except that we all have to start cooking.”
“Great,” Gillian sighed dramatically, curling a strand of orange hair around her finger. “That’s going to take up a lot of my reflection time. Still,” she brightened, “I’m really getting a strong feeling like there’s a good change ahead for all of us.”
Bennett cleared his throat. “I see some menus here, but what do we eat for a snack? A diet including five smaller meals is more successful than three large ones.”
James was so busy basking in the joy of having four friends gathered around his little desk that he almost didn’t hear Bennett. When the words finally sank in he leapt up and grabbed a sheaf of paper from his printer tray. “I almost forgot. Here’s a list of acceptable snacks.”
The Flab Five’s “Good” Carb Snack List
Celery sticks with Swiss cheese
½ cup low-fat cottage cheese
(add chopped tomatoes or cucumbers if you want)
Cucumber slices with feta cheese or sugar-free ranch dressing
4 ounces nonfat yogurt
Hard-boiled egg
Beef jerky
Hummus (no pita! Use a vegetable to dip instead)
Low-fat ham or turkey slice wrapped up with mozzarella
Mozzarella string cheese (2)
Two pieces Canadian bacon
Granny Smith apple wedges with 1 Tbsp natural or light peanut butter
Dry-roasted peanuts (about 25)
Almonds (¼ cup)
Pistachios (about 30)
Fat-free,
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