So...

I said that I added "Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters" to my reading list. I just finished chapter 1 and I think I may stop.

Not that it's a bad book, but because it is too real, too truthful, and frankly, in some ways it's making me feel worse about myself.

Martin creates this timeline of a typical woman's day and all the time she would spend thinking about food & weight. And frankly, that's me. I sat on the couch tonight reading and thinking "I really could read this while on the elliptical...I could use a piece of the German chocolate cake I made for the hubby before it gets bad in this summer heat...no, I can't eat that!...I should go work out."

Yes, my dear readers, it's totally triggering every single bad thing I think about myself.

Yet, it's a freakin' good book. Martin isn't a psychologist or nutritionist. She's merely observing what she sees in her friends & her daily life. And it's good. So good.

Maybe after some cake, the Cubs game, and some Ana Castillo, I can return to this book.

Labels: Books, health