It's intended to be funny but I see another side. What I didn't see before I bought the book was the description of the writer. She's a nutritionist who writes columns. That would have tipped me off.
In essence, it's another book about fat people that doesn't understand fat people. The fat people in it overindulge in the most obvious of ways, never failing to fall for the fattiest, sweetest foods and always hating the greens and other healthier foods. The fat people are a size 16. The fat people don't seem to have trouble walking around town or hefting themselves upstairs.
Before our heroine, Maggie, goes on her desperate race for thin, she pulls Godiva candies from a bag and luxuriates in every one. She goes to lunch and savors the fat on the meat, the fries with the meal, the rich desserts. It's one meal after another, delicious and horrifyingly artery-thickening.
Then when she has lost some weight she starts referring to her former self as ugly, fat, unbeautiful, unhealthy, suggesting that her job as fat acceptance columnist might come screeching to a halt.
To be fair, I haven't finished it yet. But what annoys me: it only takes a few hundred calories a day extra to make you fat. It doesn't have to be fatty calories, can be any calories. If you eat like these people in the book every day you will be monstrous and won't even be able to get into the restaurant, much less enjoy your favorite foods there. Many people with high metabolisms eat more than people who are fat. None of this comes out in the many "columns" printed in the book, although there are, of course, many tidbits of truth in them.
People can be fat and healthy if they exercise. There is a suggestion in here that this may be so but no real recognition.
At the same time that I am being annoyed by this book I am also thinking it may be time to start editing my own book, which is, after all, on fat.
