The Paleo.The Zone.The Gluten-free.Another day, another diet.We’re caught in a never-ending merry-go-round
of weight loss plans, fueled by celebrity endorsers, TV doctors and companies
angling for a piece of a $60 billion industry.But do these diets really work?And how healthy are they?
Registered Dietitian Lisa Tillinger
Johansen examines dozens of the most wildly popular diets based on medical
facts, not hype.And along the way, she
reveals tried-and-true weight loss strategies, relying on her years of hospital
experience, weight-loss seminars and community outreach efforts.With insight and humor, Stop The Diet, I
Want To Get Off shows that the best answer is often not a trendy
celebrity-endorsed diet, but easy-to-follow guidelines that are best for our
health and our waistlines.
for this book began at a wedding.
doesn’t love a good wedding? The clothes, the flowers, the romance, the food…
food. As we moved into the banquet hall, the culinary feast was on everyone’s
minds. It was all anyone seemed talk about. But for some reason, guests weren’t
conversing about the dishes being served; they were swapping stories of diets
they had heard about from friends, magazine articles, even celebrities on talk
registered dietitian with a master’s degree in nutritional science and years of
clinical and health education experience. I’ve counseled thousands of patients
and clients on all of these diets. But hearing the guests only momentarily
distracted me from my horrible faux pas of wearing white (gasp!) to a friend’s
the Blood Type Diet,” said a woman with an impossibly high bouffant hairdo.
“You’ve heard of that, haven’t you? It’s the one where you choose your foods
based on your blood type. I’m an AB, so I’ll be having the fish.”
her friend replied. “I swear by the gluten-free diet. I’m on it, my
daughter’s on it, and my granddaughter’s on it.”
to know her granddaughter was six and didn’t have a gluten sensitivity or
was the stocky guy who was trying to impress one of the bridesmaids. “I’m a
paleo man myself,” he said, piling his plate high with beef kebabs. “It gives
me more stamina, know what I mean? It puts me in touch with my inner caveman.
There’s a restaurant near my apartment that’s paleo friendly. Maybe we can grab
a bite there sometime, or…Hey wait, where are you going?”
were three Weight Watchers sisters who typed furiously on their phones and
argued over their meals’ point values. Apparently there was some discrepancy
between their various apps, and the sisters’ discussion was becoming more
heated by the moment.
the point of being surprised by the wide range of weight-loss strategies—
some crazy, some quite reasonable—being tossed around. In the past few years,
there has been a tidal wave of diets washing up on the shores of our
nutritional consciousness. Celebrities prance across our screens, promoting a
variety of weight-loss schemes on talk shows and infomercials. Medical doctors
star in their own syndicated television programs, exposing millions to
weight-loss techniques, often unsupported by medical research. Other diets get
traction on the Internet, racing all over the globe in social media posts,
YouTube videos, and annoying spam e-mails. It’s hard to walk past a shopping
center vitamin store without being approached by salespeople trying to pitch
the latest weight-loss supplements. It seems that everyone wants a piece of the
pie; the American diet industry tops $60 billion annually.
classic information overload. You can’t blame people for being confused by all
the diets out there, even as crazy as some of them may sound. I didn’t speak up
to my fellow wedding guests that day, but it occurred to me they would benefit
from some hard facts about the diets they so ardently follow.
the toasts, I thought to myself, I should write a book.
clients on these matters each week, giving them information they need to make
the best choices for their health and waistlines. I find that all too often
there’s nothing to the diets that are presented to me in my counseling
sessions and classes. They just plain don’t work, particularly over the long
term. And some of them are harmful, even potentially lethal. But it’s also
unhealthy to carry extra weight on our frames. So how do we separate good diets
from the bad?
chapters to come, we’ll take a good, hard look at the various weight-loss plans
out there. I’ll pull no punches in my professional evaluation of some of the
most wildly popular diets, both bad and good, of the past few years. And along
the way, I’ll explore tried-and-true strategies for losing weight, based on my
years of hospital experience, weight-loss seminars, and community outreach
efforts. More often than not, the best answer is not a trendy
celebrity-endorsed diet, but instead a few easy-to-follow guidelines that I’ve
seen work in literally thousands of cases.
enough. It’s time for the madness—and the diets—to stop.
About the Author:
LISA TILLINGER JOHANSEN, MS, RD is a
Registered Dietitian who counsels clients on a wide range of health issues. Her
debut nutrition book, Fast Food Vindication, received the Discovery
Award (sponsored by USA Today, Kirkus and The Huffington Post).She lives in Southern California.
Come home to Hope Harbor--where hearts heal . . . and love blooms.
Tracy Campbell never wanted to leave Hope Harbor, Oregon, or the idyllic three-generation cranberry farm where she grew up. But life--and love--altered her plans. Now she's home again--with a floundering farm to run . . . a tragic secret . . . and a wounded heart. Romance is not on her agenda. Nor is it on Michael Hunter's. The visitor from Chicago has daunting secrets and devastating regrets of his own. But when Tracy recruits him to help with a project that is close to her heart, winds of change begin to sweep through Hope Harbor, bringing healing, hope, and love to countless lives--including their own.
Praise for Irene's Contemporary Romances "Captures the reader from the very first pages. Irene Hannon knows the power of words and the miracle of faith."--New York Journal of Books on That Certain Summer
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Irene Hannon is the bestselling author of more than forty-five romantic suspense and contemporary romance/women's fiction novels, including the Heroes of Quantico, Guardians of Justice, and Private Justice series, along with That Certain Summer and One Perfect Spring. Her books have garnered dozens of honors, including two coveted RITA Awards from Romance Writers of America. She is also a two-time Christy Award finalist.
Irene Hannon is the bestselling author of more than forty-five novels, including That Certain Summer, One Perfect Spring, and the Heroes of Quantico, Guardians of Justice, and Private Justice series. Her books have been honored with two coveted...
"Hope Harbor" by Irene Hannon s all about people realizing that that life does go on and even though it seems like it will never get better it very often really does. Tracy has something to hide and so does Michael. The problem is that as they are starting to have feelings for each other they are wrestling with their pasts. I really enjoyed the way the other people around them also had secrets and had to learn to deal with them. I give this book a 4/5. I was given this book by Revell Publishing Company and all opinions are my own.
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I was a nerd in High School. I attended a math-and-science boarding school in SC, and was surrounded (finally!) by a bunch of other nerds (the story of how I ended up a historian is long and boring, so I’ll skip it).
Now, an author claiming to be a nerd is almost expected, what with geek-chic being a legit style choice these days. But I think I can back up my assertion with some examples.
For instance, we had a student-led pep-band for our basketball games, and one of our favorite chants went:
Sine, Cosine, Tangent, Sine,
I had a suitemate who took the SATs nine times because she kept getting a 1590 out of 1600, and that was unacceptable. We had a cheerleading squad—also student-run—that we called the Proactive Synergy Coordinating Squad (PASCs), because we were far too full of ourselves to be mere “cheerleaders.” We souped-up our TI-81 calculators. We started our own cheese appreciation club for crying out loud.
So you’ll have to grant that we were nerdier than most.
Imagine a bunch of seventeen-year-old nerds, living among like-minded individuals for the first time in their lives. Romantic relationships were suddenly a glorious possibility, and we reveled in the chance to (*looks around furtively, giggles, pushes glasses further up her nose*) date. Most of these dating arrangements were made awkwardly (of course) and with great ceremony (of course), which resulted in some of the nerdiest pick-up lines ever.
I present to you the pick-up lines a bunch of teenaged math-and-science nerds come up with when they live together in a closed environment:
Chemistry: “Are you an exothermic reaction, honey? Because you’re making me hot.”
Calculus: “I think you must be the square root of two, ‘cause I’m getting irrational around you.”
CompSci: “You’ve turned my software into hardware.”
Biology: “Skin might be your largest sensory organ, but I’ve got something even bigger.”
Physics: “It’s not the length of the vector, it’s how you apply the force.”
But the winner, the true winner of the “worst pick-up line ever” contest, goes to the Math version:
“Hey baby, wanna come back to my place and study some mathematics? We’ll add a bed, subtract your clothes, divide your legs, and I’ll multiply.”
I can’t even write that with a straight face. I mean, honestly. It’s horrible.
And no, it didn’t work. None of them worked. We talked a big game, but we were still nerds, and too busy laughing at ourselves.
To no one's surprise, McKee Baird never fought in the War Between the States. His fiercely independent nature made it impossible for him to take orders, and his close friendship with a black man stopped him from fighting for his father's South. But he's found his own way to rebel against the new government the United States has imposed on him... and right now, the only thing standing in the way of his smuggling business is the intriguingly uninhibited Becks Middleton.
Their chance meeting gave her the excitement she'd been craving...
Becks has a life of freedom away from Charleston society's rules. So of course she can't help but be drawn to the stimulating renegade her mother invites to visit Beckett Plantation, even if she doesn't approve of his profession. When the opportunity to seduce Mac arises, Becks takes that chance, planning on one night of passion before the dangerous smuggler leaves. But when she accidentally becomes part of his schemes, she can't reveal the truth without risking his freedom. Joining him on his ship, Becks will face not just her growing love for Mac but a confrontation with authorities that will threaten their very lives.
Can the two of them reconcile their differences before their future is stolen away?
Caroline grew up in the Lowcountry of South Carolina, and her love of the land is completely reflected in her upcoming book,The Brothers of Baird’s Cove: Renegade. Set on a SC sea island at the end of Reconstruction, Renegade addresses the tough issues many Southern historical romances skim over, like the true meanings of freedom and race, and exactly how many crabs it takes to make a batch of she-crab soup. There are zero pick-up lines in the book, nerdy or otherwise, because Mac doesn’t so much “pick-up” Becks as he does “catch her.” Repeatedly (she’s a bit clumsy). But that doesn’t stop them from enjoying everything the Lowcountry can offer them, and then some…
The best pick-up line I ever experienced was in college (so many years ago!). I was at a party and I knew the guy who was throwing the party pretty well since we’d been flirting back and forth for several weeks. He invited me to it and I just “knew” that this was the night when we would move beyond the friendship stage. The party was great and it stretched into the wee hours of the morning and as people left, I stayed behind but the guy didn’t approach me or make a move. He was pretty shy and quiet but I figured I’d read his signals wrong and I got ready to leave but his loudmouth roommate got me to stay as more and more people left.
I finally got fed up and I made my move to leave when the “shy guy” chased me out into the hallway and asked if I had enjoyed the party. I was a little irritated and I let him know that I didn't understand why he’d invited me to a party and then practically ignored me all night. He stepped forward and grabbed my hand, his cheeks red from his blush as he told me that he’d thrown the party just for me, the sole purpose was to get up the nerve to kiss me goodnight.
He leaned over and laid a kiss on me that made my toes curl. It was fabulous and we dated for a while after that.
Crown Prince Nicholas Lytton was never supposed to be ruler of Callanos. He was the “spare to the heir,” pursuing a decadent life of the rich and royal—extreme sports, physical pleasures, and glorious irresponsibility. Until his brother died. Now Nick is to be coronated king, and no one believes he's ready.
The best way to secure his crown is to do the unthinkable…find a queen.
While Isabel Reynolds works in the palace gardens, she has no desire to draw the attention of the way-too-flirty, would-be king. For she's not the woman everyone thinks she is. Even if she wanted—or was tempted by—the promise of love, it would only end in disaster. Because while Isabel may be able to catch a king, her secrets would only destroy him…
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her sexy, bestselling books. When she’s not writing sexy, sizzling romance she’s collecting tasty man candy pics, hoarding red nail polish, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and obsessing over Dean Winchester. Don't send chocolate . . . send eye candy!
Robin’s bestselling books have finaled in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, the Book Seller’s Best and the National Reader’s Choice Awards.
She lives in Maryland with her handsome husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her beloved furbabies.
Drop her a line at email@example.com - she always writes back.
everyone's existence depends on the lies they tell, trust doesn't
neighbors have a secret. They aren’t human. But Ivy has a secret,
too. She knows. As long as everyone keeps quiet, she’s happy
working as a P.I. by day and chillaxing with her BFF Florian, a
vampire, by night. When a routine pickup drops her in the middle of a
murder, her two worlds collide. While Florian knows how to throw a
punch, deep down he's a softie. His idea of scary? Running out of
hair product. It’s time Ivy faced facts. Even with a vampire on
stand-by, one gal can only kick so many asses.
help, she must put her faith in others. A human, who might just be
the one. A demon, who will, for a price, open the doors to her
heritage. And a werewolf, who wants to protect her from herself.
between these men, Ivy must tread carefully, because one wants her
heart, one wants her body, and one wants her dead.
shadow peeled off a dark corner and rushed across the road. My
thoughts of the unfairness of life lifted, and I smiled. Dressed in
his usual muted colors, Florian gave a mock salute. Not even the lack
of a California tan detracted from the fact that he was, by all
accounts, a handsome devil. But it was his inner qualities that made
him my best friend.
got out and slammed the door shut.
shot me his trademark grin that half begged to be mothered, half
promised a naughty night. “Happy birthday, Ivy!”
so far. I think my car’s kaput.” I sent an eyeroll toward the
steam escaping the hood.
His forehead puckered. “Let’s see. Did it slug and thud into the
drive?” His index finger in his ear, he shook his tilted head, as
if to force out some lingering noise. “Check. Is it stinky?” He
sniffed the noxious plume surrounding the vehicle. “Check. Broken
side view mirror? Check. Well, I can confidently say I notice nothing
out of the ordinary.”
a funny guy, mister. If you’re not too busy doing standup tomorrow
night, do you think you could chauffeur me?” I pouted. “I have a
work thing, and getting the car fixed might take some time.”
come here. Of course I will.” He yanked me into a firm mother-bear
held tight. His fresh, if powerful, cologne was a scent for sore
noses, and I added another couple of gratuitous sniffs. “Thanks. I
let you get some rest, then. You don’t seem in the mood for a
birthday bash. But if you change your mind, you know where to find
me.” Despite his curious looks at my front door, he knew better
than to invite himself in. With a wave, he turned and crossed the
road to the large building he and his siblings called home.
never let anyone enter my house without at least half an hour’s
notice. The metal guards on my walls would reveal my secret. And more
than anything, my friendship with Florian was based on mutual
didn’t tell me he was a vampire. And I didn’t tell him I already
lives in the south of England with her beloved tea maker and a
stuffed sheep called Fergus. An avid reader since childhood, she
caught the writing bug when her Nana asked her to write a story. She
also has a law degree, studied physics for a few years, dabbled in
marketing and human resources, and speaks native-level German and
fluent Geek. Her preferred niches of geekdom are tabletop games,
comics, sci-fi and fantasy.
writes about smart women with sassitude, about pretty cool guys too,
and will chase that plot twist, no matter how elusive.
to be kept guessing.
AND CONQUER, Carmen’s first urban fantasy novel, was published in
March 2015. To find out more, visit her at www.carmen-fox.com.
journey of a spellbound woman, her friends, and the men who vie for
her affections as she falls headlong into a world of vampires,
witches and Greek gods.
will she choose as her one true love and how many lives will be
turned upside down in her quest to fulfill her eternal destiny?
become enemies and enemies become deadly as each seek to find the one
thing that will bring true fulfillment.
to Remember, Book One
I held out my hand. “I'm Doctor Toni Hollander, but you can call me
stared at me as if he was looking right though me, ignoring my
extended hand. A wave of embarrassment washed over me and I pulled my
hand back. Maybe I imagined that stare thing with him a minute ago.
My thoughts retreated to Kevin. He had only been the last in a long
line of failed relationships and I was starting to wonder if my
terrible taste in men had struck again.
are my manners? I am Benjamin, but you may call me Ben" He
pulled my hand into his, with a toothy grin.
closed the space between us. “I will return soon, my sweet.” He
took my hand, kissing my fingertips, before releasing it. Then the
three gods and Dawn disappeared.
and I stood alone in the hallway as I moved closer to him. The lust
from our kiss still lingered thick between us.
. . . I—”
His finger touched my lips, stopping my rambling. “We have only a
short time, and I need to plead my case to you; so let me show,
rather than tell you why it should be me you pick for eternity.”
to You, Book Three
missed you already. I don’t know how I survived without you for so
long.” His warm lips kissed the top of my hand. If my cheeks could
blush, they’d be the darkest shade of red.
had to clear my throat and shake my head from the swoon-worthy trance
Hades had me in. “I’d like to have my place back, but Ben
compelled my landlord to get me out of my lease.”
lips trailed to my finger, then fingertips, creating sensations
throughout my body. “My Antonia, I want nothing more than to
fulfill every desire in your heart. It’s such a beautiful heart. I
know that you love me, and that you will make your decision when you
are ready. I can wait. I’ve waited so long for you, and I’d
continue to wait an eternity to be with you.”
butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I felt my heart slipping into
his hands. I knew his words were true; he would wait.
by Fate, Short
have something for you.” It was the same line she sang every time.
Her voice was the perfect pitch to allure any human and I felt my
body being pulled toward her. I wouldn’t even greet her anymore
when she came; I tried to block her out.
I have something for you.” I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t
want to miss the opportunity to possibly see Toni. She’d promised
me that I could see her one day—to see if she was truly happy; so I
gave in each time and went to Aphrodite. I always waited here for her
to arrive, for she had me at her beck and call.
was falling and I heard her charming giggle. The sound enchanted me.
I looked down and I was holding her mittened hand in mine.
love you, Benjamin,” she said. I looked carefully, trying to make
out her face, but caught only her profile bundled under a furry hood
and scarf. I glanced around, noting that we were in a carriage riding
through Central Park, passing snow-covered trees.
Bound, Book Four
melancholy thoughts broke as I heard my name being called—I wasn’t
paying attention to details anymore. I hadn’t left the building in
the last 24 hours and I was exhausted. The sounds of the hospital
continually echoed in the fog of my thoughts. I played Doctor
Stevens’ words in my head on repeat, but the memory of Hermes’
first touch in Hades’ temple still sent chills down my back. My
daddy taught me better than to fiddle between boys. “Always pick
the man, Dawn,” he would say. Thinking of my daddy reminded me that
I needed to call him. I could only avoid his calls for so long.
beauty run in your family as well?” A nervous chuckle escaped me.
What a cheesy pickup line.
nervous, aren’t you?” she asked, batting her eyelashes and making
sweat swell on my forehead.
I nodded. Why was I being so honest? I cleared my throat. “I’m
Ben, by the way.” I extended my hand.
looked at me then my hand before gently wrapping hers in mine.
I am Thalia.” The warmth of her hand made everyone on the train
is a fool for a love story, a sucker for a cupcake, and let’s not
talk about what she’d do for a Klondike bar. She enjoys long walks
on the beach and movies that involve chainsaws. By day she’s the HR
Lady and by nightfall she puts on a cape to become a romance writer.