I have seriously fallen in love with Jennifer Lancaster's wit, humor, and spunk. I just finished the third in her memoir series. This book details her struggles with losing weight. And since I could so easily relate, all of her food jokes and fetishes and extreme food beliefs and rituals made total sense. For one, when she ventured to the gym and worked out, she felt obligated to reward herself with food after. Been there. Done that. Another one that struck a cord with me was her philosophy on weight loss programs such as Jenny Craig. Why would anyone go through the struggle of eating only things frozen and in boxes only to be faced with real food at some day in time and have to figure out how to make healthy decisions about that "real" food. I mean why can't people just figure out how to exercise and eat in moderation? Then I realize I should not be saying anything at all. I believe just yesterday, after walking a fast three miles, I ate four brownies. Count them. 1. 2. 3. 4. Why I couldn't just eat one is a question I simply can't answer.
I particularly enjoyed how Lancaster shared her failures as well as her successes. Heck, because of her enthusiasm at the end of the book, I called my trainer and requested a little cardio, weight-training mixture instead of just weight training. He obliged. And I ate a healthy salad with avocado and almonds for lunch. Then I was ravenous. Then I had a caramel mocha chiller from Sonic. Damn.
Lancaster has a trainer, too. Ironically, her name is Barbie. Lancaster's humor during her induction to weight training by the svelte Barbie is some of the best parts of the book. Also, pay particular attention to her gym etiquette. HILARIOUS!
The ending of this book was priceless. The book began with Lancaster being called a fat bitch by another bus rider. She blindly does not see her weight issues. She thinks she is just a beautiful ex-sorority girl who has gained a few pounds. What she discovers in the end when she is called a fat bitch again, is that her fears of failure and embarrassment in and around the gym have disappeared. She gets it. And as Oprah would so strongly encourage, she discovered the root of her problems with food.
It is a great, funny book. So worth your time. Read it.
I particularly enjoyed how Lancaster shared her failures as well as her successes. Heck, because of her enthusiasm at the end of the book, I called my trainer and requested a little cardio, weight-training mixture instead of just weight training. He obliged. And I ate a healthy salad with avocado and almonds for lunch. Then I was ravenous. Then I had a caramel mocha chiller from Sonic. Damn.
Lancaster has a trainer, too. Ironically, her name is Barbie. Lancaster's humor during her induction to weight training by the svelte Barbie is some of the best parts of the book. Also, pay particular attention to her gym etiquette. HILARIOUS!
The ending of this book was priceless. The book began with Lancaster being called a fat bitch by another bus rider. She blindly does not see her weight issues. She thinks she is just a beautiful ex-sorority girl who has gained a few pounds. What she discovers in the end when she is called a fat bitch again, is that her fears of failure and embarrassment in and around the gym have disappeared. She gets it. And as Oprah would so strongly encourage, she discovered the root of her problems with food.
It is a great, funny book. So worth your time. Read it.
