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Many female athletes struggle with body confidence and change their nutrition in unhealthy ways, only to the detriment of both their performance and their health. SPRING Forward: Balanced Eating, Exercise, and Body Image in Sport for Female Athletes provides performance nutrition and body image flexibility guidance for adolescent and adult female athletes. This book details the problems and the consequences, and provides extensive education on healthier, higher-quality performance.

Discover 23 tales of terror, flavors of fear. Here for your twisted culinary delight, we present some of the best horror fiction of 2018. We sincerely hope you survive it.

I love food. I love everything about it. My dream has always been to land a job with the Food Network channel, and I’ve spent years as a food critic, blogger, and chef, tasting my way across the South to develop recipes that are a twist on the classics and uniquely my own. When a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity comes calling, I’m shocked to discover I’ve been paired with him, the worst blind date ever - bless his heart, and I’m determined not to let anyone get in my way.

Pie isn’t just a dessert, it’s a way of life. Pies, fillings, jams, jellies, honey, they’re all a part of my award-winning business, Firefly Kitchen. After being left behind, by everyone, I was determined to make it all on my own, and I have. I love what I do, I love what I’ve created, and I love who I’ve become. Yes, it’s small, but it’s mine, and nothing or no one can stop me now. Not even Bryan Brennen. He may have returned, but it won’t be long before he leaves. And regardless of how you slice it, some things can’t be forgotten, no matter how sweet the taste.

I believe in living my best life, and if surviving cancer taught me anything, it’s exactly that. I wake every day in the most beautiful city in the South, I’m a chef at my own restaurant, and everything is just the way I want it: easy, calm, and in perfect harmony - that is, until my best friend shows up with his wounded heart, smoldering gaze, and adorable dimples. Now, things are changing - we are changing - but with the promises I’ve made to myself, I don’t want them to.

Three simple words that provided Kathryn Johnson, a reporter for The Associated Press' Atlanta bureau, unprecedented access to the grieving widow in the days following her husband's death. Johnson was on her way to a movie date when word came from Memphis that Martin Luther King Jr. had been assassinated. She immediately headed for the King home where, despite resistance from authorities on the scene, she was the only reporter allowed inside.

Reid Jackson - I’m a simple guy. There are only two things I love: my family and playing professional football. I may not understand why people get married, but I’d go anywhere for my brother, even his friend Camille’s wedding. Once I’m there, I realize our Bronx upbringing has left me unprepared for the world of old Southern money. Over 24 hours, I see scandal, threats, and lies. It’s a life I don’t relate to, a place I never want to belong. Even so, when the minister asks if anyone objects, I shock not only myself but also the beautiful bride when I stand up.

The State of Horror series makes another stop on the tour of the United States. This time, we visit the Tar Heel state: North Carolina. Come with us as we find out if the Grey Man truly brings warnings of impending forces of nature. Meet Alice, a visitor to the state who has a knack for picking the numbers in a game of Chicken Bingo. How far will a man go to find his beloved cat? What is the link between a dog and a transient?

I've never really been included. I've never felt like I truly belonged. But then again, how could I? Living on this island, I've seen and heard too many things. Lies. Secrets. Lies I've been forced to tell and secrets I've been forced to keep. They keep me locked to myself. They're the reason I stand on the edge of the horizon and watch from afar. Other people's lives have evolved, but not mine. It's exactly the same. Day after day, the sun rises, and every time its rays penetrate my skin, I'm reminded that no matter how desperately I don't want to be, I'm trapped.

Beau Hale: She said that she was my best friend, and then one day she wasn't. I should be over this by now, it's been years, but I can't escape the memories that haunt me. Everyone around me is moving on with their life, so now I need to do the same. Tennis brought me to Columbia University, and I am quickly proving that I will not let anyone defeat me, past or present. I am in control now. Life has taught me the hard way to remember that. But after all this time, I'm still searching for an answer to the one question that is constantly burning in the back of my mind... why?

Ali Rain: Sometimes I think to myself, "How did I get here?" Then the pain hits and I remember...it's because she's gone. I now live in a new town, go to a new school, and I'm supposed to be moving on with my new life. Only, I no longer know who I am anymore. Dancing is all I have left and every day I feel completely alone. Silence has become the theme song to my life. She said to find some joy and light, but I don't know how. Mostly, I feel surrounded in darkness...that is, until I meet him.

Big hats. Small hats. Elaborate hats. Simple hats. I love them all. Every. Single. One. And because of this, I've always known I would one day own a Derby hat store. At 25, I've back in my hometown of Louisville, and my dream has finally come true. With the season officially underway, my brand-new shop is gorgeous, the inventory is stocked, and I'm ready to go. My only problem is William Stokes Whitlock III.

On a winding crystal-clear river, under the tall pines and aging oaks, she buys an old abandoned home in hopes of restoring it, only to find that a specter of the past seems to haunt the river's edge. Filling her days by stripping wallpaper, sanding floors, and discovering the secrets her house has left behind, she fills her nights by imploring the river to take her sorrows and set her free.

Music is my motivation. I’ve always believed that, because of it, I would be somebody. Somebody to someone, and something to myself. At age four, I picked up my grandfather’s acoustic guitar and, up until three weeks ago, I’ve never put it down. From a single chord to a full arrangement, music fed my soul. I craved it with every fiber of my being, but now, I just don’t know. That driving force that’s always pushed me has somehow stalled, along with the thrill, the passion, and the familiarity...it’s all gone. I’m beginning to worry that my love for music just isn’t enough.