Be a Skinny Bitch
You consider yourself a hasty dieter: if you don’t see immediate bulge-reduction by week two, you’re on to the next diet craze.
You’ve cut carbs with the best of them, freed fat like it was going out of style and counted calories until you were blue in the face, only to find yourself surrounded by empty cookie cartons after another binge-fest.
“Stop being a moron and start getting skinny,” co-authors Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin urge women in their book, Skinny Bitch — “a no-nonsense, tough-love guide for savvy girls who want to stop eating crap and start looking fabulous.”
Put your feelings aside for an hour or two to read Freedman and Barnouin’s harsh yet informative words. The duo will quickly become your new best friend (the one that tells you how you really look when you ask), as they ruthlessly yet intelligently detail the grossness of what you’re shoveling into your mouth everyday. Get past the fat jokes and crude language, and you’re left with advice that will last longer than the counterintuitive “eat only meat for the rest of your life.”
Freedman and Barnouin aren’t kidding when they call themselves “skinny bitches.” But if you follow their wise words, you’ll be one too (the bitch part is optional).