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coveredinbees · 4 years ago

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I started writing another kathony thing. And it's... well... it's smutty as all hell, I'm not going to lie. It's an AU, and includes references to sex work in the regency period, male impotence, and a few creative swear words that would make your mother cry.

So I'm going to post a little teaser for my new fic under the cut, to spare those of you who are not particularly interested in that sort of thing.

"Duels and Duality"

Anthony Bridgerton was not a man that was used to frequenting bawdy houses. But, after a duelling injury leaves him feeling a little insecure in the bedroom, he decides to try his hand - and other parts - at Covent Garden's most exclusive establishment. It all appears to be for nought when he finds none of the ladies can peak his interest. Until he sees one exotic beauty from across the room...

Kate Sharma is not a lady of the night. She is, in fact, a destitute war widow and nurse struggling to make an honest living after the end of the Napoleonic War. But one evening, as she's tending to a broken wrist of Covent Garden's leading courtesan, she finds herself being propositioned by a handsome stranger. She can't deny the attraction, and she might even have been tempted to go with him, if he hadn't started waving a wad of money in front her face. Instead, however, she offers to do something else - to fix his lame leg, and rehabilitate him back into polite society.

Could this be the start of a beautiful friendship?"

Teaser under the cut:

For the second time that evening, it started to snow. This did not bode well for Anthony Bridgerton. As he had not been able to navigate his carriage through the narrow roads of Covent Garden, Anthony had to satisfy himself with limping along the iced-over cobbled streets until he found the place he was looking for. It was a less-than-ideal situation. There was something about the chill in the air that made the muscles around his old injury ache, and more than once he felt his right leg give way underneath him. If it hadn’t been for his walking stick, he would have keeled over entirely. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long for him to find the right place. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with numbed fingers, checking the address there against the townhouse in front of him. Hind Close. Yes, this was definitely the place. Unfamiliar as he was with this part of town, it had taken him longer than usual to find where he was going, and it was only the cold bite of the January wind that meant he could make his slow journey without being accosted by anyone. This part of town was normally rife with pickpockets and drunkards, but unlike Anthony, any man, woman or child with a lick of sense was sitting indoors right now, huddling around a roaring fire. He sighed, dragging his lame leg up the steps of the townhouse. There were times in life when you didn’t realise you had done something stupid until it was too late. And then there were times when you were fully aware that you were in the middle of doing something stupid, but you carried on doing it any way. Even as he lifted the knocker on the nondescript townhouse, he realised that today fell into the latter category.

Knocking on the the door, he waited for a moment for someone to open it. Instead, the door remained firmly shut, and thick, cockney voice emanated from somewhere within.

“Wot’s the password?” The password? Damn. Benedict had told him this. Hang on. “Elysium.” He said. There was a moment of silence, and for one horrible moment Anthony thought they might turn him away. He desperately needed to rest his leg, and he wasn’t sure he could make it back through the winding streets of Covent Garden without assistance. But then there was a metallic thunk – the familiar sound of an iron deadbolt being pulled back, and then the door was opened. Anthony was met with a blast of warm air and the sweet scent of rose and lavender water wafting from inside. The man standing at the door was a wall of a man, with brutishly thick arms and a cauliflower ear. He wasn’t the sort of man Anthony had seen before, not even at Gentleman Jackson‘s boxing ring. This man, with his scarred face and non-too-inviting sneer, he was not like anyone Anthony had ever met before. Regardless, the man stepped aside and waited patiently while Anthony dragged himself through the door. Anthony didn’t wait to be invited. He collapsed onto a chair by the door, not even caring that he was leaving a trail of muddied snow behind him. As the doorman closed the front door behind him, he regarded Anthony with little interest. “Y’new then?” “Pardon?” “I said, are yer new 'ere, or what? I ain’t seen you round ‘ere before.”

No, Anthony supposed, he wouldn’t have. This was his first time at such an establishment.

“Yes. I suppose you could say I’m ‘new’.” The man grunted. “I’ll get Madame Charlotte then. She’ll sort yer out.” “Much obliged.” Quite against his will, Anthony felt his head fall back against the wall. He closed his eyes. God, his leg was throbbing. He already knew that this was a mistake, but there was quite literally no turning back now. At least, not until he’d had a chance to rest his leg and hopefully a dram or two for the pain. He opened his eyes lazily, watching as the great, hulking doorman disappeared behind a red curtain, presumably to find Madame Charlotte.

Anthony sighed. He was miles from home, and his footman had parked the carriage somewhere in the more respectable area of town. Even after he rested his leg, he would have a devil of a time walking back – especially if this snow kept up. But then, he supposed, wasn’t that the whole idea? In order for his plan to work, he had to go to a place where he wouldn’t be recognised. To be clear, despite Anthony’s rakish reputation he had never actually visited a bawdy house before. Or rather, perhaps he should say that he had never engaged the services of une femme galante before. All of Anthony’s previous dalliances – of which there had been many – had been with either divorced women or women of the stage. And yes, he’d kept a mistress or two in his time. And yes, he had spent more than his fair share of money on trinkets. But that was different. Those were gifts. There was something about the transactional nature of bawdy houses that didn’t really sit well with him. To Anthony, the whole point of pleasuring a woman was to, well… pleasure a woman. It had to be reciprocal, otherwise he didn’t see the fucking point.

Paying a woman to bed with you, well. It was a bit embarrassing really, wasn’t it?

And honestly, if Anthony had his way he certainly wouldn’t be sitting in a Bawdy House right now, if he had any other option. Anthony grimaced, rubbing his face with an ice-cold hand. So what was he doing here now?

Of course, he already knew the answer. He was here, because he was desperate.

You see, Anthony Bridgerton was not a man that was prone to misjudgement; but when he did misjudge something he did so spectacularly and with long-lasting effect. It was a misjudgement that led him to challenging Lord Carnarvon to a duel some three years previous after a particularly heavy night of drinking, and it was a misjudgement that led to him getting shot in the leg. If it wasn’t for his brother’s quick thinking, and for the skill of a particularly renowned surgeon, he most certainly would have died. Hell, he thought, sitting up in the chair and stretching his pained leg out in front of him, it was a damned miracle that he’d got to keep his leg at all. But as it was, there was a large, tennis-ball shaped indentation where his thigh muscle used to be, and it was visible even through the thick fabric of his britches. The dead tissue of his leg had been purposefully removed in a grotesquely painful procedure that the surgeon had called ‘debridement’. Anthony, feverishly out of his mind the entire time, remembered little of event except that it had involved applying maggots to the infected area. Maggots. Those damned maggots. He saw them in his dreams, even now.

So apart from being in near permanent pain all the time, Anthony was now grotesquely misshapen. His former lovers couldn’t even bear to look at him, let alone take him into their beds. And, Anthony thought, even if he could somehow persuade some poor, desperate woman into seduction, he was in near permanent agony. Although his wound had long since healed over, the muscles spasmed like the devil himself was twisting a knife in his leg, and the sorry fact of the matter was, (and in many ways, this was the worst part)…

The sorry fact of the matter was that the famous Viscount Bridgerton, (the society papers’ darling and the once the ton’s most sought-after bachelor), was now a disfigured monster that could go weeks at a time without even getting a fucking erection.

It was painful. No, it was more than painful – it was humiliating. He’d once been famous for his appetites, and sought-after for his skills as a lover. Now here he was in his late twenties, looking down at his stubbornly non-tumescent cock and wondering if the bullet wound hadn’t somehow nicked a muscle or a nerve or something that was integral to the most valuable part of his anatomy. For any man, not being able to get a cockstand would be bad enough, but for a man with a title – a Viscount no less, who regardless of his injury, was still somehow expected to marry, produce an heir and carry on the family name – why, it was the end of the world.

If his cock couldn’t work, well – he might as well sign the viscountcy over to Benedict right now.

Benedict had been none-too-pleased with that particular suggestion. Anthony knew his brother and had no interest in a title that had been earmarked for Anthony all his life, but he never appreciated how much of an aversion the man had to being the Viscount until he floated the idea past him one day. He’d never seen a man turn quite so pale. And so, without going into too much detail, Anthony had relayed to his brother the distressing news that his injury was preventing him from, ahem, partaking in his preferred activities, and somehow Benedict had managed to produce a copy of Harris’ List of Covent Garden Ladies with surprising alacrity.

So that was why he was here. Suddenly, he had seen the appeal of the transactional nature of bawdy houses. Perhaps if he could pay a woman enough, she would be willing to overlook his deformity. And it wasn’t like he was looking to fuck anyone – in fact, he didn’t rightly see how he could, the pain being the way it was - but he was sure that given the right woman, she could take him in hand, or maybe in her mouth, and try to breathe life back into his stubbornly flaccid cock. If he could get the damn thing working again, then at least that would be a step in the right direction.

So here he was. Hind Close. Which, according to Harris’ List of Covent Garden Ladies, housed the most exclusive and high-price cyprian beauties that money could buy. He had chosen this establishment firstly, because it was far from home and he didn’t want to be recognised by anyone, but also because the women here had a reputation for being choosey in their clientele. No man could walk up to these women and demand their services for a price; no, the woman had to agree. And allegedly, Hind Close’s books were so full and their clientele so numerous that the women here could afford to pick and choose their gentlemen.

As hideous as he was, he didn’t want to force himself on anyone – nor did he want a women to feel obligated to take his money and his body. He could make an offer here, and feel secure in the knowledge that the women would be able to say ‘no’ if his leg was too disgusting for them to bear.

Which, he thought sadly, they probably would.

#smutty smut smut #bridgerton fic #kathony fic

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mamamittens · 1 year ago

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I realize I just made him yandere with experience.

Whoops.

Well, he definitely toes the line between killing her and trying to keep her while he stalks her. Gathering information to set up a perfect meeting to give him an opening. It's more meticulous than his usual pleasure kills, and they notice, tattling to Izou.

Thatch isn't ashamed and hides nothing, asking his partner how he feels about her. Not seeing her in person, Izou isn't totally sold yet but does admit she's cute and it would be nice to have someone to keep him company when Thatch is gone and vice versa. They can't really get a pet and risk sitters finding something they shouldn't. But a person? Perfectly independent under most circumstances.

Hiding their jobs would be difficult but their family is pretty big--not all of them have partners that commit crimes or even know about it. It's just a matter of deciding if they prefer their cute new lady to be totally oblivious or so enraptured she doesn't care.

Not sure how I'd proceed from this part. Definitely keep Thatch on the thin line between murder and love. He asks after her allergies when he invites her to dinner and listens attentively. Eyeing the grocery store section when he passes it, still not quite sure. (She's allergic to cauliflower, cabbage, and radishes). He considers the gentler options he has at home--allergic reactions aren't pretty after all, and he's prefer to admire her a little before taking care of the body. But surely there's more cute faces to see besides what would be in a single dinner?

Maybe another time, he decides, passing the section.

And he keeps doing that. Turning down perfect set ups to see more of her. Izou even coming down for a shared dinner and being a lot less uncertain.

"She'd make a lovely pet. Something sweet and free if blood for us to enjoy at home." Izou nods resolutely. "What's got you hesitating? It's unlike you to be so unsure."

"...I don't know. Everything is going so well but I keep thinking about how nice of an ending it would be if I went through with it."

"Ah. I see... You're afraid of fucking up." Izou deduces, shocking Thatch. "If you kill her, it ends perfectly on your terms with her none the wiser. She won't ever hate you or fear you, even if she never loves you. But if you go for it, pursue a relationship, she could hate you. Fear you'll kill her, especially after learning you were undecided for so long. Everything could be ruined and you're afraid of that."

He's right, of course.

Meanwhile, Nikia has no idea how precarious her situation is. Thinking she has a weird, generous new friend that loves to cook for her and is so considerate of her preferences and allergies.

Thatch makes up his mind when she hugs him goodnight after another dinner with Izou. Soft and small in his arms, her squeezing him to try and match his strength.

He didn't want to let go.

"...Want to help me plan the perfect seduction?" He asks after she's gone.

"Thought you'd never ask~!"

Undecided if it's just a "seduce Nikia into being with them unconditionally, maybe with no awareness" or "we're just yandere now, and Thatch is willing to sabotage everything around her to get her in their life permanently. She can be a cute housewife".

I'm honor of my tendency to write/imagine Thatch/Nikia(sometimes /Izou) where he's just like, a (charming but normal) dude, here's something different!

Modern AU where Thatch is part of a company that is contract killer for hire. They're a big family with a shared passion for murder, the contracts are just to get paid. Most do feel a genuine compulsion to murder and sometimes moonlight as serial killers to handle the urge between missions. Thatch's specialty is food based murder. Allergens, poisons, you name it. If it's to do with food, he's got you covered.

Izou's more old school and tends to do traditional hitman jobs for old money families. The 'no one saw a thing, dude just dropped dead with a bullet between his eyes' type of hit. Very straightforward.

Nikia just works at a library, quietly living her life.

Anyway, Thatch is trying to satisfy an itch with Marco (medicine based kills, or if they need to infiltrate a hospital) and Ace (Arson and death by beating usually). Scoping out the nightlife and seeing how much foot traffic is present for a few pleasure kills.

Nikia walks from work late at night after doing some organizing and passes the boys as they pretend to be drunk and noisy. Resting bitch face as she listens to her music, not giving a shit.

Thatch turns to watch her go and they elbow him with a laugh.

"Oh? Found your next hot date?"

He watched her dark curls catch the streetlights.

"...I think I just did."

He can't quite decide if she'd look more beautiful with a flushed smile on her pale face or limp and lifeless in his arms.

He had plenty of time to figure it out... Izou and himself did get lonely when their jobs took them far from each other for a long time. A cute girlfriend would fill the space nicely for either of their absences.

It'd be such a waste of a pretty face for just one dinner, after all.

#mittens rambles #one piece au #ambiguous intent

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queerplatonicpositivity · 5 years ago

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Aroallo trans boy/enby??

“When all the humans are ghosts, and all the ghosts... are human.”

Chris ended his poem in a strong, clear voice, pausing just before the last two words to imbue the phrase with extra meaning.

The room erupted, some people cheering, some clapping, and some giving old-school finger snaps. Farhana was one of the people cheering, faer manicured hands cupped around faer mouth to amplify the sound.

Returning to sit next to faer, Chris took a deep, shaky breath and let it out in something like a giggle. “I am so glad that’s over. Going last is terrible!”

“You did great,” Farhana reassured him. “You can really hear the difference in your voice, too, from the beginning of the semester to now.”

After Professor Berkowitz’s brief “thank you all for coming” comment, the attendees had started milling around the room once more, some congregating in ones and twos, many seeking out the professor. He stood at the back of the room near the food table where the ravaged veggie plate held a handful of limp, unwanted cauliflower. Farhana rose, stretched, and nodded toward the knot of people.

“You should go introduce me,” fae suggested, faer brown, kohl-lined eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Ah, yes, I will do just that. ‘Oh, Professor Berkowitz, this is Farhana, my fuck buddy,’” Chris murmured, quiet enough that the couple near them didn’t seem to hear. He turned to Farhana with mock concern: “Or would you prefer ‘friends with benefits?’“

“Not if you want any ‘benefits’ later,” fae teased.

“Okay, okay. I’ll just say, ‘This is Farhana. Fae showed up to support me because this poetry event was fucking terrifying and I never would’ve signed up for your class if I knew I had to perform my poems in public.’“

“Maybe leave that last part out,” Farhana suggested, quirking faer mouth in a half-smile. “But ‘fae,’ really? Is your prof someone who’s cool with that? Or am I going to have to spend the next 10 minutes explaining why I’m not actually one of the fair folk?”

“Nah, he’s cool. I actually came out to him on the first day of class because this piece of shit school still has my dead name on all my records. I took a chance, and he handled it really well.”

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” Farhana placed faer hand on faer hip and gave Chris faer best seductive grin.

#op #representation ask #trans #trans man #trans boy #trans positivity #enby #aroallo #aroallo positivity #fae faer positivity #neo pronouns positivity #alloaro positivity #food mention cw #Muslim positivity #queer Muslim positivity #enby Muslim positivity #non-binary positivity #non-binary Muslim positivity #Anonymous

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dizzygirlfriday · 2 years ago

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notes of a restless girl.

HelloFresh always wants to know my dinner plans...

I just finished my purple juice... It’s actually my greens, but it turns purple when I put whole blueberries in it. So refreshing and good for you. So tonight, I think I’ll make a chicken bowl, with sweet potatoes, green beans, cauliflower rice, ground chicken and season it, with baby spinach, a little bit of balsamic glaze. I’ve been eating extra healthy, plus it makes me feel so much better. I’m a Trader Joe’s Shopper and Sprouts, but I’m also a Walmart Shopper.

A writing I did back in 2018... (I want to get this writing back, I miss it)

I’ve been lost in a carte de visite…

I used to be on the edge of hip, city of randomness and fragments of intimate notes detailed my leather-bound journal. How enchanting all the fine flowers of culture, days of youth, and evenings were delicious, such a flawless triumph of my art.

Now my days turn into nights and the nights back into days and I feel as if I’m trapped, ground hog day on repeat.

I’ve never been an emotional eater, but I’ve always been an emotional shopper. I buy things I really don’t need, and I end up giving half of the things away. How many 12 cup muffin pans do you need from Zulily? I don’t even eat gluten. The thing is… I bury a lot of things under the serenity of my thoughts, only to become rainstorms when the sun is out. On those rainy days my hair often always resembles early Jon Bon Jovi and with that, I feel like a rocker again. I love to read, I paint, and I walk around in music stores that carry old vinyl’s to feel the nostalgia of a long ago. I sip on cold coffee in my bed on lazy Sundays, watch ridiculous old movies from the 1940’s, and I recite Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, “I’m like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other,” then I make my way to an old bookstore and find out at the end of the night I owe the cashier $200.00 for more books to read.

This coming up February two years ago back, I literally overflowed my feng shui. Too many calculations and visuals to recall, and too much Zen is a lot of Zen; Kombucha on the daily, and anything that consisted of matcha. My chakras were on fire. So the next day I took a painting class, legally calling myself an artist and insisted on pursuing my Picassoistic state further. You know, diving into my inner artistic ability of what I called my very own painting talent, blobs. It’s really hard to paint a tree, and with that it only lasted about six months.

One day this scenario took a gigantic tug in the night, a seedy little bar where poets speak. She had the voice of Wynona Ryder, that mystic, seductive lull, the kind she eluded in the movie, “Heathers,” with the softness of trouble; though she never spoke of slushies, just about the falling down trees from a thunderstorm that inhibited the area. “How sad, how sad, no one will… will know that tree, NO ONE,” as she raised her voice in turmoil hardness, kind of startling the audience that sat before her in quiet trance, anticipating her next move. At the end of her session, she said softly, “fucking sad, the beauty of every living creature and thing deserves someone to know who they are,” and with that she fell to the floor, in sweet rectitude. Very intriguing, I thought.

So I started to study the science of intrigue; it was intriguing to say the least. But what is funny is how when we, (just me) I guess is sad, I just like to submerge myself even deeper and deeper into the abyss of sadness. LET’S GET SADDER… sad, SADDER, and SADDEST, until I’m the saddest of them all, and there I go into hibernation of watching the old 1940 movies. I find myself knee deep into French films I can’t even pronounce, let alone understand, hash tag Netflix. I submerge myself into French music that will make me cry, and I have found, we put all our time and energy into the wrong people, only to find out later that we’ve lost the other people that meant more to us.

But who knew that liberation was about to knock down my door. Walking around your house naked drinking a glass of wine, while listening to Paolo Nutini songs, and making muffins for no one in particular but to say, you make muffins. I forgot I had this obsession with Paolo Nutini’s songs and all the jazz I could get my hands on. Jazz, jazz and more jazz… Nine Simone, Billie Holiday, and Ella Fitzgerald. Mmmm, just to name some of the best. Chet Baker, my funny valentine.

I have found that I often need certain poets in my life. I exist sometimes only on a diet of F. Scott Fitzgerald; the letters he wrote to Zelda, drinking too much Emily Dickinsons words, and sprinkling it with a dash of Poe. I love when my journal weeps, “I am art…I am to be appreciated, loved and adored. I deserve to be remembered, I deserve to be someone’s muse” … and then, I go to some seedy bar and work my way around a stage flinging words in momentous harmony upon all my thoughts within my breath, my expressions in my metaphors, the feelings to my force, the arrangements in my syntax, captivating like a shadow by night. Reading and writing my own poetry.

I needed my very own muse.

Of him, it was all a haunting. I collected my scattered passion from memories plucked from his musings. Quick and lionized, he stole my heart, and I knew nothing of how to get it back. It was when the newborn moon’s whispered, I saw it evolve into cobwebs. It no longer fit, and with thoughtful consideration I just couldn’t keep watering dead roots. I realized he had become my ghost.

He doesn’t know this, I could still feel as if he never mattered. Nonchalant beats of broken and I was on the edge of every August moon. I was easily persuaded by his love, delving into moments of fire bathing and my desire of wanting nothing else.

In these temples of our lost art, there was a simple sign of no tomorrow and it was as if we knew it. The night sky is deep enough to get lost in, just like life, just like him and he always made me feel like velvet.

#it's too much. it's too much

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shortfeedshq · 2 years ago

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Sinful Nutrition Where Every Veggie Has A Dark Side

Sinful Nutrition Where Every Veggie Has A Dark Side Welcome to a tantalizing exploration of the world of sinful nutrition, where the virtuous realm of vegetables takes an unexpected turn. In this article, we'll delve into the lesser-known aspects of various veggies, uncovering their dark side that will leave you both shocked and intrigued. Prepare to embark on a journey that challenges your perception of nutrition and tantalizes your taste buds. Are you ready to discover the secrets that lie within the vegetable kingdom? The Temptation of Carrots Carrots, often praised for their vibrant orange hue and health benefits, harbor a secret that might surprise you. While they are indeed packed with nutrients like beta-carotene and fiber, they also have a hidden indulgence. Carrots contain a natural sugar called sucrose, which contributes to their sweet taste. However, excessive consumption of carrots can lead to an increase in blood sugar levels, making them a guilty pleasure for those watching their sugar intake. Broccoli: A Double-Edged Sword Broccoli, the poster child for healthy eating, carries a dark secret beneath its verdant florets. While this cruciferous vegetable boasts an impressive array of vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants, it can also wreak havoc on your digestive system. The high fiber content of broccoli can lead to gas and bloating, causing discomfort and embarrassment. Moderation is key when indulging in this tempting green delight. The Sinister Side of Spinach Spinach, celebrated for its iron-rich properties and versatility in various dishes, has a clandestine aspect that may give you pause. This leafy green contains a compound known as oxalic acid, which can hinder the absorption of calcium and contribute to the formation of kidney stones. To enjoy the benefits of spinach without succumbing to its dark side, pairing it with calcium-rich foods like dairy products can help counteract this effect. Cauliflower: The Chameleon of Sin Cauliflower, the versatile vegetable that has taken the culinary world by storm, harbors a surprising secret that lurks beneath its unassuming white florets. This cruciferous gem contains a compound called goitrogen, which can interfere with the normal functioning of the thyroid gland. While the goitrogenic effects are mild and can be neutralized through cooking, those with existing thyroid conditions should consume cauliflower in moderation. The Allure of Avocados Avocados, hailed as a superfood and beloved for their creamy texture, have a hidden allure that may lead to unintended consequences. While they are a fantastic source of healthy fats, avocados are also high in calories. Indulging in this sinfully delicious fruit without restraint can tip the scales and sabotage your weight management goals. Remember to savor avocados in moderation, appreciating their richness while being mindful of portion sizes. Sinful Nutrition in a Nutshell In this captivating exploration of sinful nutrition, we've uncovered the dark side of various vegetables. From the seductive sweetness of carrots to the deceptive digestive challenges posed by broccoli, spinach, and cauliflower, and the alluring calorie content of avocados, it's clear that even the healthiest foods have their hidden vices. As with all aspects of life, balance and moderation are key when navigating the world of nutrition. Conclusion As you embark on your journey towards optimal health and nutrition, remember that every veggie has a dark side. Embrace the complexities and contradictions within the world of food, allowing yourself to enjoy the sinful pleasures while staying mindful of their potential drawbacks. Let your taste buds be tantalized, your body nourished, and your mind enriched by the kaleidoscope of flavors and secrets that lie within the vegetable kingdom. FAQs - Q: Can I still enjoy carrots without worrying about the sugar content? A: Absolutely! Carrots can be enjoyed as part of a balanced diet. Just be mindful of portion sizes if you're watching your sugar intake. - Q: Are there any precautions I should take when consuming broccoli? A: If you're prone to digestive issues, it's wise to consume broccoli in moderation and pair it with other easily digestible foods to minimize discomfort. - Q: Can I still benefit from spinach's iron content despite its oxalic acid? A: Yes! Pairing spinach with calcium-rich foods will enhance iron absorption, allowing you to reap the benefits without the drawbacks. - Q: Should I avoid cauliflower altogether if I have a thyroid condition? A: Not necessarily. Cooking cauliflower neutralizes most of its goitrogenic effects, making it safe for consumption in moderate amounts. - Q: Can I indulge in avocados without compromising my weight management goals? A: Absolutely! Enjoy the creamy goodness of avocados, but remember to practice portion control to maintain a healthy balance. Read the full article

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arazialotis · 8 years ago

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Happy Thanksgiving Y’all

A quick Dean X Reader drabble for the holiday. (PS I am thankful for all of you. I really mean it. Thanks for letting me share my crazy thoughts and weird stories. Thank you for your encouragement, motivation, and friendship.)

Word Count: 1700

I’m especially thankful for you @misguidedconqueress! Thanks for always checking over things and just being amazing!

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The heavy door of the bunker creaked wide open as the boys waltzed through, Cas included, returning home from a hunt. All Dean wanted to do was hold you close; a fresh change of clothes and cracking a beer could come later. You had stayed behind this time, stating you had felt under the weather. It had been the longest time you and Dean had spent apart; he desired so bad to close that distance. As a wave of a bright and hearty smell hit Dean he exchanged a confused look with his brother. The bunker felt warmer, the light almost having a orangish glow compared to the usual harsh fluorescents.

As the boys headed down the staircase, the sound of chattering grew as did their confusion. Castiel proudly grinned having successfully hidden a secret from the two. His job was to ensure the hunt would last long enough but not too long as so they would arrive home on this exact day.

They strolled through the war room into the library to find it fully converted into a dining area decorated with assorted squash, leaves, candles and a table completely set. Not to mention the overwhelming amount of people drinking and chatting back and forth.

Garth lit up like a Christmas tree upon seeing Dean. “Look who decided to show up.” He sauntered over to them. “Happy Thanksgiving hombres.” He hugged Dean first and then Sam.

Along with Garth, was a large group of people. Garth’s wife, Jody, and Donna with Claire and Alex, Eileen, a few other hunters. Dean gritted his teeth seeing Crowley casually browsing the books.

“What’s going on?” Sam slightly chuckled, stepping out of Garth’s hug.

“Dude, Y/N planned it all. I can’t believe you haven’t had us over before. Man, this place is balls.” Garth gushed.

“Would you excuse me.” Dean left to go find you, pausing to greet Jody with a kiss on the cheek.

He walked past the table. The group had already been munching on appetizers; baked brie, bacon wrapped sweet potato bites, and an assortment of other goodies.

“Y/N what the hell…” He stopped upon seeing you and smiled to himself.

You were whisking together a gravy, not to mention co-managing six other pots on stove and who knows what else was in the the oven. He noticed your hair was up in curls, you rarely touched your hair. You wiped your fingers on your apron after tasting whatever concoction you were currently working on all the while humming Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling In Love.

He walked closer. “Hey Sweetheart.” You pulled out your headphones after catching a glimpse of him. “Dean!” You exclaimed, jumping into an embrace.

“What is all this?” He lightly chuckled at the flour that dusted your cheek.

“Surprise.” You giggled. “It’s Thanksgiving dummy.” You went back to thickening the gravy.

“I appreciate what you're doing sweetheart, but did you ever think there may be a reason we haven’t had everyone over before?” He questioned.

“Dean, everyone here is family. It’s about time they had our address.” You argued.

“Family? Crowley?” Dean disagreed.

You huffed. “He’s like that crazy uncle no one wants to invite, but he is still family and should be able to partake just like everyone else.” You sternly explained.

Dean rolled his eyes.

“There’s one in every family.” You assured. “Plus, if you make it through dinner without stabbing anyone, I have four kinds of pie… and I will allow you a slice from each.” You bargained. You saw the desire in his eyes. “That’s what I thought.” You smirked.

He playfully smacked your ass before wrapping his arms around you. “How about skipping dinner and going straight for dessert.”

“Dean!” You squealed.

“What kinda pie are we talking?” He seductively asked.

You were attempting to remain as focused as you could on dinner even with his strong arms around you. “Pecan, pumpkin, apple… and of course, your favorite.. cherry.”

“I guess I can try to behave.” He complied. “You never really were sick, were you?” He whispered before nibbling on your ear.

“Stop it!” You giggled. “Dean, seriously.” You turned around and he kissed your lips. “I need 20 minutes.” He gazed into your eyes as your stared back up at him. His freckles and the gold flecks in his eyes stood out among the cluttered kitchen. He wiped off the flour off of your cheek. “Okay.” He finally agreed.

“And bring Sam in here, I’m going to need your help carrying stuff out.” You called as he walked back into the library to talk with the guests.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved.

Everyone was seated when you brought out the star of the show. A 20lb golden brown turkey, cooked to perfection. Dean and Sam had helped you bring out the other items. A few of the highlights included homemade rolls, roasted cauliflower soup, brussel sprouts (with shallots, balsamic vinegar, and pomegranate seeds), bacon and gouda mashed potatoes, and honey glazed carrots.

Dean almost began to dig in before you stopped him. “It is Thanksgiving after all, so let’s give thanks. Crowley, would you do us the honors of saying grace?”

Crowley sneered at you and you realized your mistake. “Really... Should I start with a passage from Luke or John?” He sarcastically replied.

“How about Castiel then?” You suggested, thinking he may have a better connection.

Castiel cleared his throat as the table joined hands. “Grace.”

A few of you snickered. “I guess that works.” You decided and signaled to Sam to start carving the Turkey.

Throughout dinner, you chatted back and forth; sharing details over recent cases, asking about Claire and Alex’s future plans, giggling with Donna about how Sam and Eileen would make an adorable couple. As you cleaned up, a few of the hunters along with Claire and Alex went to turn on the football games. You were surprised Dean didn’t join them at first, but realized exactly what he was waiting for. You eventually brought out coffee and dessert; Dean immediately diving in for his favorite.

Jody eventually spoke up. “Okay, I know you’re all going to groan over this, but I think we should go around and say what we are thankful for.” As she predicted, she was granted several eye rolls with the exception of Eileen and Garth. “I’ll start. I am thankful for both my girls. Although they can be a pain in the ass, I wouldn’t give them up for anything.”

“I’ll go next.” Eileen cautiously raised her hand. “I’m thankfully for finding a community here and being surrounded by friends.” She glanced at Sam and blushed.

“I think it’s about time.” Garth spoke up looking at his wife first for permission. “Bess and I are expecting.” He announced rubbing her belly and kissing her. The bunker became filled with aw’s and congratulations aside for Sam and Dean who were subtly communicating if the pup would be born human or not.

“I’m grateful for another successful year of business.” Crowley toasted with his wine glass.

Dean stopped his nonverbal conversation with Sam and locked his jaw. However, he caught your glance from across the table that warned he better not start anything right now.

After a moment of silence, you decided to break the awkwardness. “I am thankful I finally have a place to call home. Somewhere to lay my head. Somewhere I can feel safe and just know where I can be when the outside world becomes a bit too overwhelming.”

“I think I speak for us all when I say I am thankful we’ve all made it this far and survived another year.” Sam toasted while giving a moment to remember the ones who had been lost.

“Dean? What about you?” Jody pried when know one else offered to go.

“Pie.” He automatically stated, plain and simple. He licked his fork and rested his hand over his shirt showing how stuffed he was.

“Oh come on now.” Donna chastised him. “Something serious.” Jody nodded her head agreeing.

“Ahh, alright.” Dean gave in. “.... I’m thankful for Y/N.” His answer caused you to blush. “This place has always been the place to rest, to come back from a hunt, but it always felt… cold, empty. When Y/N came around, it became warm, full of life… it began to feel like home… she is my home.” He paused seeing the cheesy looks on everyone’s faces and cough. “So I, uh, hope she sticks around.”

You discreetly wiped away a forming tear in your eye. “Okay, enough with the mushy stuff.” You waved both hands. “I’m going to go start dishes, otherwise I might slip into a food coma.” You got up.

“Hey, no.” Sam protested. “You did all the cooking, only fair, the rest of us get to work around here.” He patted Crowley’s shoulder who had dozed off.

“Sam, it’s my kitchen and I made the mess, I’m fine to clean up.” You argued.

“Dean..” Sam directed.

“On it.” He stood up as well.

“Dean Winchester, don’t you dare.” You positioned yourself around the table knowing he was coming for you.

He chased you into the kitchen and caught you with both arms, hurdling you over his shoulder.

“Put me down.” You pouted, softly patting his back.

“Never.” He playfully slapped your ass.

He brought you through the lounge, seeing two of the hunters had fallen asleep. Claire and Cas were intently watching the game while Alex was on her phone.

“Get a room.” Claire snarked at Dean.

Castiel, hardly aware of your presence, was practically on the edge on the couch. “Isn’t it fascinating that humanity’s obsession with displays of violence for entertainment has never really evolved?”

“Not true.” You piped up but Dean continued to carry you through to the hallway. “Hey, I was in the middle of a conversation.” “Nope.” Dean denied. “You are not getting into any historical, political, or philosophical debates with Cas right now.”

You sighed with disappointment. Dean opened the door to his room and laid you on the bed. He fell down as well and cuddled up next to you, his head burying into your chest. You pulled him closer and ran your hand through his hair.

“This is what I am thankful for.” He muttered.

“Me too.” You agreed.

“Ever since we left for the hunt, all I’ve wanted to do was come back and just hold you.” He confessed.

You smiled. “I know, darling... But we have guests right now, we should be entertaining.”

“Five more minutes.” He lazily pleaded, his eyes already closed and halfway to sleep.

You continued to run you hand through his. “Okay.” You gave in easily and closed your eyes as well.

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djnailsspasalonrayford · 5 years ago

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Recommend the best nail salon patterns for summer 2020

Besides the main role is to enhance the sensation of the fingertip nerves, the nails also work to enhance the beauty of the hands. Especially when they are put on shiny nail polish coats, they make the hands even more beautiful and seductive. Here are the most beautiful and suitable nail designs for her to unleash the coming summer and good tips to take care of them.

Beautiful nail designs hot trend 2020.

If in winter the hands would be mostly covered in thick layers of fabric, summer comes when they will be more visible. So if she has a beautiful nail set , it will be even more beautiful and impressive. Let's take a look at the beautiful nail designs in 2020 .

Nude color nails

For girls with a gentle, feminine style and do not want to stand out, choosing nude tones for nails is the most perfect. Tone nude is not fussy skin skin, luxurious and discreetly beautiful. Some nude tones and close to the nude tone that many girls favor are purple brown, rose brown, milk nude, ...

Simple, elegant nude nails

Beautiful nude nail model made many girls nearly rubbed Nail polish

Lacquer in recent years has emerged as a new nail trend of the decade. They are especially popular among Western European women. This nail template will give your beautiful fingertips a very impressive look. With this nail style you should choose trendy colors such as reddish brown, purple, black, moss green, green, ... to make your nails beautiful, more prominent.

Ombre-colored nails

Ombre red wine is worth a try

Nail ombre brown earth is a beautiful nail color option worth considering

For mischievous and dynamic girls, ombre is a beautiful nail model and worth a try. To create an ombre you need to use at least 2 light dark colors and paint from one color to another. Because of this color combination, ombre is still a beautiful nail for summer 2020.

Stone fingerprints Strange stone pattern, outstanding White tone stone is not fussy

If you want a way, youthful, more prominent, then try a beautiful nail pattern inspired by stone. Nail patterns bring freshness or elegance with extremely unique hot and cold tones.

Nail motifs Fascinated with diagonal striped nail

The polka-dot pattern has been renewed for beautiful nails Using motifs such as polka dots, plaid, checkered or wavy has long been popular in nail beauty. Although they are classic motifs, they are always color variations to best suit the trend of beautiful manicure. With the summer of 2020, hot colors such as rose-orange, orange-red or red-wine will still be popular.

Nail drawing figure

Outstanding beautiful nails with peach-shaped nail This beautiful nail nail is also worth a try

The delicate and lovely drawings are also a good hint for her f5 to leave her pretty fingers for a more fresh summer. It could be a few beautiful flower buds or a small piece of orange, a ripe cherry, ... or whatever she loves. She can also draw the whole table or choose a few fingers to make her nails prettier.

Multi-tone nails and combined motifs Set of nail for her short nails Team passionate about gold tone must immediately try this beautiful nail nail set

Perhaps this is the most beautiful nail style that has rained the rain in recent years. It breaks down classic nail polish when every nail is decorated exactly the same way. With this nail style, you can use different textures, patterns and colors for different fingers but still in harmony. Thanks to that, the beautiful fingers become more prominent, unique and attractive.

Floating stone nails

Nail mounted stone luxury Beautiful with floating stone nails The nail style studded with stone and floating flowers is very popular. They bring more elegance, nobility and charm. However, the downside is that the rocks and floating flowers are easy to fall off if they are not firmly attached. Metal nails

Like studded stones, metal nails are just as common. They are mounted on the nail surface to give a special and sharper feel. At the same time when doing this beautiful nail style you must also pay attention to daily activities to keep metal particles sticking for a long time.

Sticky nails or glitter

Stick nail tips gently and subtly

Nail shine makes nails beautiful and more luxurious

Nail stains have a long history as well. Even so, it still has a lot of charm with girls. Thanks to the emulsion and glitter, the nail color is more beautiful and prominent and more sparkling thanks to the light reflection effect.

Transparent colored nails Transparent nail adds metal personality

Transparent colored nails with peach motifs add a peach pattern to a gentle, feminine girl Although there are many paints available in a variety of colors, more luxurious and attractive, transparent colors are still popular with many girls. like. This is a color that does not stand out or flaunt, but is discreetly beautiful. In addition, if you like the way more, you can decorate a little more motif at the top of the nail for a cute, trendy tone. What beautiful nail polish colors will be hot trends summer 2020?

Factors to have beautiful nails are the colors used on them. This summer, classic hot colors such as red, yellow and pure orange will still be very popular. In addition, beautiful nails with more trendy and luxurious tones such as orange, red wine, earth rose, red earth, ... are also very suitable for this summer. Bass and neutral tones such as light brown, earth brown, cream, beige, light purple. Or cold colors like tea green, moss, emerald green, blue or black will make her fingers more beautiful and attractive.

Nail care tips after nail work

Beautiful nails, meticulously painted, will help beautify and stand out beautiful little hands. However, there are also many girlfriends wondering how to take care of the nail after nailing so that the nail is durable and still healthy? The truth is, whether high-end or universal nail polishes, they are not entirely benign to human health. In nail polishes often contain 3 most dangerous substances are formaldehyde, toluene and dibutyl phthalate. They are added to nail polish for a silky, lustrous shine and to last longer. Even so, nail polish bottles still have great appeal to women. Therefore, if you want to have beautiful, strong nails while ensuring your body has little impact, you should pay attention to take care of your nails. Regular, proper care will help keep your nails beautiful and keep the polish color for a long time

Use foods rich in protein, calcium to keep the biotin horny layer strong like cauliflower, cereals, spinach, ...

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Soak your nails with olive, coconut, or jojoba oil for 15 minutes a day to provide moisture.

Use nail cream to strengthen your nails.

Wear gloves when performing nail-harmful tasks such as washing dishes, cleaning the house, or working with harsh chemicals.

Do not remove nails often because it will thin the horny layer of the nail, easily leading to yellow nails, onychomycosis.

Nail polish with a moderate frequency will still help you look beautiful without affecting your health.

A set of beautiful, pretty, personality or classy nails in your favorite color will be a subtle way to show who you are. Please choose for yourself a beautiful nail style, like to make this summer more meaningful and interesting.

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poldarkcostumingproject · 8 years ago

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Grace Poldark’s “Blue” Dress: Seduction & Inaccurate Design Part 1

(photo courtesy of Far Far Away)

Poldark fans everywhere love it when Demelza wears Grace Poldark’s old dress to seduce Ross. There is a slight historical accuracy problem however with how it is described.

“It was made of pale blue satin, the bodice cut low and square. Below the tight waist the gown billowed out at the back like a blue cabbage. She thought it an evening gown, but really it was one Grace Poldark had bought for a formal afternoon... And this bodice. Ross's mother might have been made different, or perhaps she had worn a muslin fichu. She knew that if the Widow Chegwidden saw her she would open her tight little mouth and scream the word “Babylon!” - Ross Poldark by Winston Graham, Chapter 6 Book 2

This part of the description is consistent with a Round Gown, which was popular around the 1740′s-1760′s. Here’s a museum example from the Age of Antiquity blog.

The trademark feature of Round Gowns were that the bodice and overskirt were seamed together. Most of Demelza’s clothes are simplified versions of Round Gowns. The “cauliflower” affect was probably due to multiple skirt layers sewn together or skirt supports. Démodé Couture has a great breakdown post on what various 18th Century skirt supports look like.

Later on Demelza lies to Ross about needing help with the back closures of the dress. Demelza would have likely pinned or buttoned the front of the dress to put it on in the first place, meaning the dress would have had two sets of closures. For many reasons, a dress with two sets of closures is a jarring anachronism. The Blue Dress is actually a prime example used when the Frock Flicks experts decried this common error in costume design.

The essence of the story is still the same from page to screen. Ross and Demelza needed a way to admit their desire for each other, which is why the producers and costume designers kept the description error in the new series. It is clear Winston Graham might have had theater recreations of 18th Century fashions in mind when writing the novel. Theater costumes usually have zippers or velcro for fast changes backstage. Later on in the series, his descriptions are much more accurate to the time.

Don’t get me wrong, The Blue Dress is definitely on my Demelza costuming To Do list! I love what it symbolizes as well as the beach water green undertones in the fabric. I’ll probably make a false lace detail in the back with the real closure in front.. Part 2 of this post, which will hopefully be posted soon, will compare the 1970′s Poldark not blue at all dress to history.

The Ask Box is open for more questions about outfits in the books!

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theartificialdane · 8 years ago

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Galactica part 235

in this Courtney tells her story, Roxy has the hot goss, Adore makes up her mind, Raja tries to be a friend, and Fame’s rein of terror continues.

Thank you @veronicasanders @samrull and @toriibelledarling <3 You are all amazing!

Fame sighed and sat down on the couch, Charles running towards her, the big Great Dane laying his head in his owner’s lap.

“Hey big boy..” Fame kicked her shoes off and tugged on Charles ear, the dog growling but he allowed Fame to play with him, the dog accepting his mom’s teasing. “Did you have a good day? Did the dog walker take you to the park? Patrick, did Charles go to th-” Fame stopped, only just realizing what she had said, Charles perking up at the sound of Patrick name, clearly expecting Patrick to walk through the door. Charles tail wagged back and forth, the dog's mouth open, his tongue out. “Ssh, Charles, sssh. Sit, sit.” Fame grabbed Charles and pulled him down, the dog sitting. “You silly dog, we’re all alone Charles…” Fame felt tears well up in her eyes. “We’re all alone…”

***

“Okay, so, I need another drink, now that this bitch is here,” said Bethenny, handing her empty glass to Carole, giving Bianca air kisses.

“Hey, Bethenny. Haven’t seen you for years. You look horrible,” Bianca greeted her.

Bethenny threw back her head and laughed. “I know, right? I’ve been having this weird thing, I’m like bleeding a lot, it’s a whole vagina thing. Who’s this?” she gestured to Vanity, whose face was in a deep grimace at the mention of the word “vagina.”

“This is my brother, Ben - or, Vanity…” Courtney turned to Vanity. “How am I supposed to introduce you?”

“Vanity Fair, charmed,” she simpered, holding her hand out.

“Jesus. So you’re the normal one?” Bethenny asked Courtney.

“Yeah,” Courtney nodded.

“Oy. Thank you.” Bethenny accepted the fresh cocktail from Carole.

“Courtney, Adam wants you to know that everything tonight is farm to table locally sourced vegan,” said Carole. “He’s not being rude, he’s just very focused in the kitchen.”

Courtney clapped her hands excitedly.

Bianca looked at Bethenny as they followed Carole to the living room. “I hope you smuggled in some cheese.”

“Yeah, I got a wheel of brie in my purse,” Bethenny giggled.

“Perfect.”

“So Courtney, how did you and Bianca meet?” asked Carole, as everyone took their seats around a low table.

“I’m best friends with her sister,” Courtney said. “And...well, I was going through a really weird breakup with this guy, and I’d only ever been with guys. Even though...well...it always sort of felt wrong, but--”

“Was it like a seduction by an older woman type of thing?” Carole asked, eyes glittering. “We love those stories around here!”

“Um...not really, no. I was the one who started it.” Courtney looked at Bianca. “You didn’t really do anything.”

Bianca took a sip of wine. “Yeah, I did.”

“I mean, you helped me with the work stuff...you were really generous, and sweet, and...”

Bianca smiled. “Okay, so, the real story is this. I saw her at a fashion show with my sister, over a year ago. She was sexy and adorable and I planned to do my typical thing, seduce her and fuck her brains out and all that, but then the next time I saw her, she was in like, actual emotional distress, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m not into, like...feelings. So you know, I tell myself ‘Wait until she’s not depressed. Fuck her then.’”

Bethenny cackled.

“Charming,” Courtney said, frowning a little.

“Yeah, well. Then the problem was, I kept seeing her, and I started HAVING feelings. Like a disease. It was awful. So I realized that the only thing that would possibly work was the exact fucking opposite of everything I normally do. No games, no bullshit, no - to use your word - seduction. I tried something I’d never done before. I tried to be a good person, and not expect anything in return.”

“And it worked?”

“I mean, it was the longest 4 months of my life, but yeah, ultimately, it worked.”

“Awww…” Courtney kissed her. “Wait, so me making the first move...that was intentional?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you just TELL me? I would have done it sooner. I was clawing down the curtains.”

“Because it had to be your idea. That was part of it.”

“So you made up rules in your head? But didn’t tell me? How is that no games?” Courtney challenged, eyes narrowed.

“Uhhhhh…” Bianca downed her wine glass. “Anyone here like sports?”

“This is like...fascinating…” Carole said, eyes wide, sipping her drink.

“Yeah, Carole is real curious about lesbianism,” Bethenny announced. “Tell them about your dream last year, Carole!”

“No, because, it’s like, the politics of who makes the first move...shut up, Bethenny!”

Vanity raised her hand. “Um, not that I don’t enjoy this discussion about catching my sister’s pussy, but I was told there would be a gentleman here.”

Carole grinned. “He’s cooking. He’ll be out in a few minutes with the appetizers.”

“Jesus, this one is like Ramona. Where are the men?! Where’s the dick?!” Bethenny screeched.

“Every day…” Bianca shook her head.

“Sorry if I get bored watching you two and your soft core porn all day,” Vanity replied.

“What do you mean ‘soft core’?” Courtney giggled, head on Bianca’s shoulder.

“You know, there was a time when you liked dick, too, Courtney!” Vanity said.

Courtney raised her eyebrows. “I mean...I don’t know about ‘liked dick’...it was more like…tolerated dick…”

Adam walked into the room with a tray of food. “Hey, ladies…”

“Right on cue!” Bethenny crowed, falling over laughing. “Adam, thanks for cooking. Now we have to warn you, this season is all about pussy.”

“Cool,” Adam said, setting down the food and toasting Carole. “Here’s to...well I am trying to think of a word for it that won’t embarrass my mother.”

“Let’s go with womankind,” said Carole.

“Yeah, we’ve got lesbians, drag queens, and I’m bleeding by the bucket,” Bethenny continued.

“Uh, okay.” Adam nodded uncomfortably and then changed the subject. “So...these are beet, arugula and hazelnut vinaigrette pizzas with a cauliflower crust. I’m gonna go finish the main course.”

As he walked back to the kitchen, Bethenny shook her head. “He really is a trooper.”

“I’m a little concerned about your bleeding. I thought it was like, spotting,” said Carole, biting into her pizza.

“Oh no,” Bethenny shook her head. “It’s like a river down there. I think I may need a transfusion. I have a doctor’s appointment on Friday.” She turned to Vanity, who had a horrified look on her face. “Why aren’t you eating?”

***

ROXY: Fame in rare form today. She sent back 4 coffees already.

SHANNEL: LOL

SHANNEL: I’m kind of suspicious of the energy here. B and N getting along. WTF

ROXY: That is suspicious. Are we living in the end times?

SHANNEL: Possibly.

ROXY: What’s new with mystery married dude? Sex still good?

SHANNEL: Yeah. Although he’s starting to like...open up emotionally. It’s weird and gross and I’m not sure I’m there for it.

ROXY: Lmao, you’re a bad person

SHANNEL: No, but like you know. I’m not trying to be a professional mistress. Wrong bitch, sir.

ROXY: I get you.

SHANNEL: Last week was all about this war with his wife about some fucking cufflinks she wouldn’t give him. #whocares

SHANNEL: I’m not here to talk about your man jewelry and I’m certainly not here to talk about your wife.

ROXY: lololololol

***

Alaska looked up from her computer, removing her glasses, as Adore entered, flinging her messenger bag down and ambling over to the couch to flop down beside her dejectedly. Alaska was working from home today, Kim practically forcing her to not come into work since the mountain of emails in Alaska inbox exploded after they had relaunched one of their old lipstick shades. “What’s wrong, muffin?” Alaska asked, running her hands through Adore’s hair, which was currently turquoise fading into purple.

“I think you were right about the boys.”

“What about them?”

“Well...I played them a verse from the newest song I wrote. You know, ‘Out of the Blue’?”

“Right. That song is awesome.”

“Aaron’s exact word were ‘Angry Pussy is supposed to be an ironic band name, Adore. Let’s not turn this bitch into the Vagina Monologues.’ And then he played another song about anarchy and of course all the guys just shat themselves with glee over it.”

“Was is any different than his last 20 songs about anarchy?”

“No. I mean yeah. It was kind of worse.”

Alaska laughed and shook her head. “I’m telling you, hon, they’re holding you back.”

Adore sighed. “So...I guess I’m starting a new band. From scratch.”

“I guess so.”

“Fuck. This is gonna be so much work.”

“Well, look on the bright side...while you do it, you get to live in a penthouse and you don’t have to have a day job.”

“True…” Adore smiled. “Man, my life is fucking awesome.”

***

Ivy sipped her green tea, carefully entering numbers for the upcoming gala into the budget, when the door to her office was thrown open. She shrieked, jumping out of her seat, concentration broken, nerves rattled, as Roxy burst through the entryway, slamming her hands down on her desk.

“Omigod, girl, you will NEVER GUESS what I just found out!”

“Roxy, Jesus, you just scared the living DAYLIGHTS out of me!” Ivy’s heart hammered a million miles a minute as she attempted to catch her breath.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But seriously, I’m about to tell you something and you have to SWEAR you won’t tell anyone but OMIGOD this is huge…”

“What?!”

“SWEAR FIRST!”

“Okay, jeez, I swear!”

“Patrick...is totally having an affair...with Shannel Watkins!”

“Wait...Nina Garcia’s assistant? Your best friend?”

“YES!”

“WHOA...Did she tell you?!” Ivy asked, eyes bulging.

“Well, not exactly, but...she told me stuff that...I mean, I figured it out. It’s definitely true. You cannot tell anyone! A-NY-ONE! Promise me!”

“I promise!” Ivy said.

“Good.” Roxy sighed with relief. “I just like...needed to share with one person, because that was too much to keep to myself. I feel better now. See you later!” She smiled and skipped from the room.

Ivy waited at her computer for a few moments, then sprang up and knocked on Raja’s door urgently. “Raja, sorry, I know you’re meditating, but--this is important!”

***

“Come on little buddy!” Trixie smiled as he put Ivan into his car seat, the father and son had just finished a shopping trip to Target, Trixie taking full advantage of his flexible schedule to get the thanksgiving shopping done while everyone else was busy with work. Trixie loved shopping early in the day, the shelfs always fully stocked, Ivan happy and full with energy, and if Trixie was honest he felt like a kindred spirit with all of the old people that filled the shop.

“Let’s get home so mommy can see all the shopping we did.” Trixie got into the car, Ivan happily munching on the rice cake his dad gave him, the little boy smiling, the rice falling out, making Trixie laugh as he scoped it up.

***

After some cajoling, Raja finally tore Fame away from her desk and over to sofa, where they could sit together and she could be gentler about breaking this possibly untrue news. Raja shifted uncomfortably. She had no idea why this was so difficult. She was known as the Dragon Lady for a reason. She’d never had a shred of difficulty looking into anyone’s eyes and delivering cold, hard facts. But somehow, with her little blonde darling, it was different - especially now, when she was clearly on the edge of a breakdown, Raja felt like she needed to handle her with kid gloves. Problem was, this wasn’t something she was used to doing, so it all felt very unnatural. She cleared her throat.

“/What/, Raja. For god’s sake.” Fame heaved an exasperated sigh. “I have a ton of work to do, so if you have something to say, just-- I’m honestly having a horrible day-”

“It’s about Patrick, and I’m trying to be delicate.” Raja said. “Which is not my strong suit, so--”

Fame’s mouth clamped shut, lips pressed together. “What?”

“Well...now, remember, this might not even be true, but I heard, that he might be involved with someone.”

Fame folded her hands, shoulders tensing. “Did you?”

“Yeah, well, um, but not just some random girl. Uh...someone we know.”

“Mmm,” Fame made a small noise, eyes faraway.

Raja paused, unsure whether she should go on. She was having a hard time reading her friend’s body language. She took a deep breath and decided to just rip off the band-aid. “Chad’s goddaughter. Shannel. The one that works for Nina at Marie Claire. I mean, you know, that’s what people are saying, anyway, so I wanted to give you a heads-up, but who knows if it’s even true?”

Fame’s eyes closed for the briefest second and then she opened them, replying, “It’s true.”

“Oh. Fuck.” Raja put a hand on Fame’s shoulder.

“Of course, I would have appreciated it if he wasn’t so damn /messy/ about it?! Who else knows? How am I supposed to run a business when my husband is gallivanting around town with no discretion?”

“I don’t think a lot of people know, honey.”

“Are you sure? Who told you?”

“Ivy.”

“Ivy?! Ivy is the least gossipy of all the assistants! She’s the vault!”

Raja tilted her head sympathetically. “I think she only told me because you know, it’s you, and she wanted to make sure that I warned you. I think she told me to be kind, not to spread gossip.”

“And where did she hear it?”

“She wouldn’t say.”

Fame shook her head, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

“Do you want me to call him?”

Fame looked at her friend, not expecting Raja’s words at all. “Why would I want you to call him?”

“You obviously love him. I’ve never seen you this upset before.”

Fame shook her head, her words escaping her for once. “He’s going back home to his family for Thanksgiving... We’ve told them I’m sick...”

“So you’ll be spending Thanksgiving alone?”

“Everyone is away, who would I spent it with?”

Raja reached out, surprising Fame as she pulled her into a hug. “You’re coming with me.”

Fame’s wide eyes blinked in surprise before filling up with tears. “Are you sure? I know that it may be a bit of a mad house with the wedding being so close.”

"Don't be silly," Raja said smiling down at Fame, giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Mani loves having you over, she was actually talking about you the other day."

"Really?"

Raja pulled out her phone, pressing on her mother's picture to call her. "Oh yes, she was wondering if you liked the blackberry and cherry jam she made for the office."

"I thought Raven made that jam," Fame said, before hearing Raja's mother's voice cut through the quiet office.

[Hello my beautiful daughter, you bless your mother with the sound of your voice,] Maharani greeted, happy that her daughter called her.

[Hi mama,] Raja replied in Indonesian with a smile, watching Fame take a sip of her coffee. [I'm sitting here with Fame in her office, say hello.]

"Oh hi baby!" Maharani said brightly, "I was talking about you to Putri, how you and de boy?"

Fame looked at Raja questioningly. "The boy," she whispered. Raja pointed at Fame's wedding ring, earning a nod from the younger woman.

"Patrick and I are doing good," Fame began, not wanting to outright lie to the twins sweetheart of a mother. "We're in a transitional period right now in our relationship."

"What does that mean? You have baby?"

Raja choked back a laugh at Fame's mildly horrified expression before speaking up for her friend. "No mani, Fame is only pregnant with ideas for our newest collection, no baby."

"Ah." Maharani replied easily, [Is she getting a divorce?]

Raja bit her lip, she didn't want to tell her mother because it wasn't her story to tell, but she also hated withholding information from her as well. [I don't know,] but Fame is coming home with Anada, Vi, Rave and I for Thanksgiving dinner."

Maharani didn't miss a beat with her response, and for that Raja was grateful. "Ok, I make enough to feed army."

"See Fame darling," Raja said with a smile, "my mother is not only magic, but she also makes too much food so don't worry about it."

"Thank you for your hospitality Mrs. Amrull," Fame replied with a smile. "I can't wait to enjoy more of your amazing cooking. Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Oh no," Maharani replied. "Bring an empty belly."

Raja laughed, imagining how offended her mother must have looked at the thought of a guest bringing outside food to her home. "Thanks mama.”

***

Roxy hung up with the printer, sweat dripping down her forehead, feeling like she’d just run a marathon. The last two days had upped her blood pressure and aged her five years. When Fame came in on Monday, with the biggest, scariest smile she’d ever seen, waxing poetic about a gigantic holiday gala that Galactica just MUST throw, Roxy thought she would throw up on the spot. Planning a fancy gala, during the holidays, in less than a month?

She’d, miraculously, found a venue rather quickly. (Luckily for her, one of her ex boyfriends was a hotel manager and he still liked to fuck occasionally, so that was one problem solved.) Then Fame refused to let her do the invitations via paperless post like a fucking normal person, insisting on using this fancy printer in Brooklyn and then taking her SWEET ASS TIME approving the guest list all the while making Roxy aware that if the invites didn’t go out before the holiday, Roxy would be fired.

She’d made the deadline by the skin of her TEETH, and only by slipping him half the names earlier in the day without Fame’s formal approval - names like Raja and Raven, Chad Michaels people that Roxy knew for a fact would be on the list and that she’d be willing to bet the $5 per invite against her salary would make the cut.

But now, she barely had any time to celebrate her victory because as she looked at the rest of her to do list, she started to get that sick feeling again…

/Catering

Alcohol

Decor/Production Design

Seating Chart

Music/Entertainment

Speaker from the charity

Silent auction items

WHAT ELSE UGHHHHH/

Roxy took a shaky breath, trying to figure out where to begin, as Fame buzzed her on the intercom. “Roxy, please help me bring my things downstairs to the car, I’m going to leave early today.”

“Yes miss.” She was leaving already? While Roxy sat here slaving away planning her last minute stupid fucking party? What a royal /bitch./ Roxy entered Fame’s office to gather her things.

Fame rose from her desk, allowing Roxy to help her into her coat. “I trust you have the gala under control?”

Roxy gritted her teeth. “Of course, miss. I’m about to go lock in the rest of the vendors.”

“Fantastic,” Fame said. “Be sure to send me an update before you leave today.”

“Yes, miss.”

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What Is the Keto Diet and Does It Work?

A recent survey of registered dietitians named the low-carbohydrate keto diet yet again as the most popular diet in the United States. Powering this diet is fat, and loads of it — all the way up to a hefty 90 percent of one’s daily calories.

Its fans (and marketers) feed social media with before and after photos, crediting the diet for life-altering weight loss or other effects. They swirl butter into their coffee, load up on cheese and eat lonely burgers without their bestie: the bun. Staples like whole grains, legumes, fruit and starchy vegetables are being largely pushed off the plate as devotees strive for ketosis — when the body begins to burn fat instead of glucose as its primary energy source.

“America is in a state of carbophobia,” said Whitney Linsenmeyer, a spokeswoman for the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics.

The diet is hailed for dropping pounds, burning more calories, reducing hunger, managing diabetes, treating drug resistant epilepsy, improving blood pressure and lowering cholesterol, as well as triglycerides, the major storage form of fat in the body. People have reported improved concentration, too. “We see pretty dramatic benefits,” said Dr. William Yancy, director of the Duke Diet and Fitness Center.

First, a word: Choosing an eating plan or an approach to eating is very personal. Everyone’s body, tastes and background are unique. The best approach to food intake is one in which you are healthy and nurtured and which matches your social and cultural preference. If you want guidance, it’s recommended you consult with a registered dietitian.

What is the ketogenic diet?

A “typical” ketogenic diet consists of at least 70 percent of calories derived from fat, less than 10 percent from carbs and less than 20 percent from protein. The ketogenic diet, long used to treat epilepsy in children, calls for 90 percent of daily calories to come from fat, with the amount of protein or carbs varying as long as it’s 4 grams of fat for every combined 1 gram of carb and protein, according to the American Epilepsy Society. That can mean chowing down on a lot of cheese, butter, eggs, nuts, salmon, bacon, olive oil and non-starchy vegetables such as broccoli, cauliflower, greens and spinach. For the arithmetic-challenged, apps and online programs can do the math for you. (No matter what, the keto diet is vastly different than the USDA dietary recommendations of 45 to 65 percent of one’s total calories to be carbohydrates, 20 to 35 percent from fat and 10 to 35 percent from protein.)

The goal of the ketogenic diet is to enter a state of ketosis through fat metabolism. In a ketogenic state, the body uses primarily fat for energy instead of carbohydrates; with low levels of carbohydrate, fats can be converted into ketones to fuel the body.

For ketosis, a typical adult must stay below 20 to 50 grams of net carbohydrates — measured as total carbs minus fiber — each day. Crossing that threshold is easy: a thick slice of bread adds 21 carbohydrates, a medium apple 25 and a cup of milk 12. “It’s very restrictive,” said Carla Prado, an associate professor and director of the University of Alberta’s Human Nutrition Research Unit. It’s not just bread and soda that are on the outs but high-sugar fruit and starchy veggies like potatoes, as well as too much protein. Also, dieters have to be on high alert for hidden carbs, often invisible to the eye, yet coating that seemingly keto-friendly fried cheese.

Can I lose weight on the keto diet?

Yes. Certainly in the short-term, it appears that way. For the first two to six months, there’s evidence that a very low carbohydrate diet can help you lose more weight than the standard high carbohydrate, low-fat diet, according to a new literature review of low-carb diets by the National Lipid Association.

“By 12 months, that advantage is essentially gone,” said Carol F. Kirkpatrick, director of Idaho State University’s Wellness Center, and lead author of the new literature review.

After that, weight loss seems to equalize between those two popular diet regimens. She said keto is best used to kick start a diet, before transitioning to a carb intake that you can adhere to for the longer term.

How long does it take to see results on the keto diet?

For some, it’s the promised land of diets. Instead of cringing through carrot sticks, they can fill up guilt-free on chorizo with scrambled eggs. Indeed, some evidence suggests that people feel less hungry while in ketosis, and have fewer cravings.

“That’s why it’s become so popular for the general population,” said Dr. Mackenzie C. Cervenka, medical director of Johns Hopkins Hospital’s Adult Epilepsy Diet Center. “Because once you are in ketosis, it’s easy to follow.” Usually, it takes between one to four days to enter the state, doctors say, but it depends on many factors like activity level: a runner, for example, may sprint there faster than a couch potato.

The keto diet appears to deliver fast results: The first pounds may seem to slip off. That can be seductive but it’s likely water weight. Then, dietitians say, it’s back to energy in minus energy out. You can absolutely gain weight on any diet if you’re consuming 5,000 calories a day, according to Dr. Linsenmeyer, who is also director of Saint Louis University’s Didactic Program in Dietetics.

“It’s not like it is going to magically alter your metabolism to where calories don’t matter anymore,” she said. And when resuming the carbs, that water weight returns.

But can the ketogenic diet help to burn more calories?

There is some evidence that it can. The research is limited and conflicting here too. It may be a very small effect, and not meaningful for weight control. That’s what one study found. In it, 17 obese or overweight volunteers moved into metabolic wards for two months and had every last spoonful of food monitored. (This recounting of the science uses definitional terms like “obese” to be clear about the subjects of research studies.) For the first month, they consumed a high-carb diet; for the second, they had a ketogenic one, with both plans equal in calories.

“We fed them every morsel of food that they ate,” said Kevin Hall, integrative physiology section chief for the National Institute of Diabetes and Digestive and Kidney Diseases’ Laboratory of Biological Modeling. “There were no cheat days.” In the end, though insulin levels did decrease while eating the bunless burger, they didn’t lose more fat than when they had bread. The study was limited, though, by having a small sample size, and not having a comparison group that wasn’t on the back-to-back regimens.

For some, a low-carb diet can be appealing. That doesn’t mean that diet is superior, according to a study that followed 609 overweight adults on either a low-carb or a low-fat diet for a year. In the end, both groups shed almost the same amount on average — about 12 to 13 pounds, according to the randomized clinical trial that examined a low-carb diet less restrictive than the keto. The take-home message? “You can succeed on both,” said Christopher Gardner, the lead author and a professor of medicine and nutrition scientist at Stanford Prevention Research Center.

Does the ketogenic diet offer long-term benefits?

It’s not known yet. “If you tell people to go on this diet forever and for a longer term, there is no evidence,” said Dr. Prado, of the University of Alberta who co-authored a narrative review on the ketogenic diet as a possible therapy for cancer.

The diet does help children with epilepsy: Nearly a third to two-thirds of patients experience 50 percent fewer seizures after six months on the regimen. (Even back in 400 B.C. people fasted to treat epilepsy. And the ketogenic diet itself is nearly a century old, having been popular to help with seizures until the discovery of an anticonvulsant drug.) There are case studies on how 10 patients with a rare condition fared on the diet for a decade, but most well-designed studies in this field have not extended beyond two years.

Does a low-carb diet help people with diabetes?

Yes. “Carbohydrate is the biggest driver of blood sugar,” said Duke’s Dr. Yancy, who sees a lot of promise in the diet helping those with diabetes.

A new randomized clinical trial enrolled 263 adults with Type 2 diabetes into group medical visits, with half receiving medication adjustment for better blood sugar control, and the others undergoing weight management counseling using a low-carb diet. (All participants of the study had a BMI that fell within the range of overweight or obese.) Both groups experienced lowered average blood sugar levels at the end of 48 weeks, according to findings in the Journal of the American Medical Association Internal Medicine. However, the weight management group on the low-carb diet slimmed down more, required less medication and had fewer problematic low blood sugar episodes.

For those with Type 2 diabetes, a low-carb diet seems to improve average blood sugar levels better in the first year than the high carbohydrate, low-fat diet. After that time period, the review by the National Lipid Association found that difference almost disappears — but with a very important benefit: the low carb participants were able to use less medication. “People like that because they don’t like to be on diabetes medicines,” Dr. Yancy said.

Is there a healthy way to eat more fat?

When Dr. Cervenka of Johns Hopkins Hospital starts her patients with epilepsy on a low carbohydrate diet, she doesn’t rule out saturated fats from animal products. She wants them to get used to the new way of eating. But if cholesterol levels climb and stay that way, she advises them to shift to foods and oils with mono- and polyunsaturated fats like avocados or olive oil.

While the diet’s effect on LDL (“bad” cholesterol) appears to be mixed, the National Lipid Association’s review found that a very low carbohydrate diet does seem to improve HDL (commonly known as the good cholesterol). Beyond a year, it seems these benefits don’t last, much like in weight loss. Only lowered triglyceride levels seem to have any staying power. Other findings: The evidence on blood pressure is inconsistent, and the reports of improved mental clarity are not supported by controlled studies.

What’s the effect of all that fatty meat on your health?

And what happens, for example, after cutting down fruits, legumes and whole grains — all food that studies point to reducing cardiometabolic risk?

Dr. Neil J. Stone, a preventive cardiologist at Northwestern University’s Feinberg School of Medicine, worries about this, having seen the bad cholesterol levels of some of his patients on the keto diet increase drastically. (It doesn’t happen to all but it does happen to some.) “Any diet that raises major risk factors for coronary heart disease puts patients at risk over the long term,” he said.

(There’s also much debate about LDL particles and whether the type that’s increasing with the keto diet, larger LDL particles, doesn’t increase heart disease risk.)

An advisory Dr. Stone co-authored by the American Heart Association stated that lowering dietary saturated fat, like fatty meats and high-fat dairy, can be beneficial. And swapping it for unsaturated fats like safflower oil or olive oil may reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease. But before going on any diet, he recommends you ask yourself: What are your goals? Are they short-term or long-term? Can you get there without taking as many risks?

There are many ways to interpret the keto diet. Some people will eat a salad with chicken, dressed in olive oil, while others will feast on stacks of bacon washed down by diet soda, the kind of diet known as “dirty keto.” That’s eating anything, including processed foods, as long as your carbs are low enough and your fat high enough to achieve ketosis. The best diet is one that works for you, but if you want to try this, they recommend avoiding trans fats like margarine, limiting saturated fat by consuming lean cuts of beef and skinless chicken breast and incorporating fatty fish like salmon into your diet. Reach for foods high in unsaturated fats like avocado, nuts, seeds and olive oil.

Stanford’s Dr. Gardner also says he sees one common misconception about keto: eating too much protein. Most amino acids in protein foods can be converted into glucose in the body, undermining efforts to keep carb intake low. “It drives me nuts that people don’t get it,” he said when he sees people eat, for instance, steak after steak.

Are there side effects of the keto diet?

At first some can experience some stomach issues and GI distress. “Ninety percent of calories from fat is probably going to be a shock to the system,” said Dr. Linsenmeyer.

It’s crucial, doctors say, to consult with a dietitian or physician, have cholesterol levels regularly checked, and replenish the fluids and sodium lost by increased urination and the severe restriction of carbohydrates. If not, within two to four days of beginning the diet, that depletion can bring on the “keto flu” — symptoms like dizziness, poor sleep and fatigue in some people.

“Carbohydrates have a lot of nutrients that can help us maintain our body function,” said Dr. Prado. On the diet, some people experience “keto breath,” a halitosis likely caused by the production of acetone, which is one of the ketone bodies.

Possible side effects for patients with epilepsy starting the diet include constipation from reduced fiber intake, vomiting, fatigue, hypoglycemia, worsening reflux and increased frequency of seizures. The National Lipid Association review urges that patients with lipid disorders (like high cholesterol or triglycerides), a history of atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease (such as having a heart attack or stroke), heart failure and kidney and liver disease take caution if considering the diet. People on blood thinners should take extra care.

Advice we can all agree on: Eat healthy. There is no quick fix

Advice from the battling diet camps can be confusing. But Dr. Hall of the National Institutes of Health said there is a middle ground: “Can we get beyond this low-fat, low-carb diet wars, and look to where people have this common piece of advice?” He said some versions of both the low-fat and keto diets can be healthier than the standard American diet, which is known as SAD for a reason. Low in vegetables and fruit, it’s filled with prepackaged foods with additives, added sugars and unrecognizable ingredients.

Keto isn’t the only way to lose weight or change your life, obviously. Dietitians say it is not essential to cut back on as many foods, since a moderate low-carb diet may still hold benefits for diabetes or weight loss.

One thing is certain: Any meaningful change starts with behavior. Are you at a right point to make a change in your life? Dr. Yancy suggests asking friends and family to support you, confer with a doctor, incorporate physical activity and begin to think of it not as a temporary measure but more of a lifestyle change.

Whichever eating plan one chooses for 2020, Dr. Hall said certain recommendations are nearly universal: cut down on refined carbs and ultra-processed foods, and consume more whole foods, particularly non-starchy vegetables, such as broccoli, asparagus and spinach.

“It may be the ‘optimal diet’ lies somewhere between what has been proposed historically — meaning the high carbohydrate, low-fat diet — and the ketogenic diet,” said Dr. Cervenka.

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