Thin Is the New Happy: A Memoir
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From Valerie Frankel, author of the hilarious memoir IT'S HARD NOT TO HATE YOU, comes a hilarious, unflinching, self-deprecating, and joy-filled memoir that will appeal to every women, everywhere.
You've heard the phrase "the mirror is not your friend." For Valerie Frankel, the mirror was so much more than "not a friend." It was the mean girl who stole her lunch money, bitch-slapped her in the ladies' room, and cut the hair off her Barbie.
Like most women, Valerie spent most of her conscious life on a diet, thinking about a diet, ignoring a diet, or failing on a diet. At age eleven, her mother put Val on her first weight-loss program. As a teen, she was enrolled in Weight Watchers (for which she invented creative ditching methods). As a young woman, her world felt right only when she was able to zip a certain pair of jeans. Not wanting to pass this legacy on to her own daughters, Valerie set out to cleanse herself of her obsession. Thin Is the New Happy is the true story of one woman's quest to exorcise her bad body-image demons, to uncover the truths behind what put them there, and to learn how to truly love herself.
This ebook edition includes two bonus essays from the new memoir It's Hard Not to Hate You.
Valerie Frankel
Valerie Frankel has written over thirty books, including three New York Times bestsellers. Her articles have appeared in O, The Oprah Magazine; Parenting; Self; Glamour; Allure; and the New York Times, among other publications. She lives in Brooklyn with her family.
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Reviews for Thin Is the New Happy
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I read this book for some perspective. Body image comes in many shapes and forms, literally and figuratively. I appreciate her candor and detail of a lifelong battle with her body. The moral of the story resonates with my mission to spread the 'non-diet' mentality to everyone, regardless of weight management needs. I love to exercise. I love to eat. I love to feel hungry and make the connection between what I'm eating and how I use the food as energy. Val experienced this revelation after much digging into her past and current relationships and environments. Kudos to Val for preaching the most simple messages of all: Live life. Love yourself, and do so actively. Be who you are for you.I suggest reading this book if you yourself are stuck in a diet rut and want a reality check. It doesn't matter what size you are, anyone who has ever struggled with wholly accepting his/her body will be able to relate to some aspect of Val's memoir.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5When Val was only 11 years old, her mother started in on her about dieting and losing weight. That has stayed with Val her entire life. This book tells of her struggle to stop the constant dieting. I really enjoyed reading this. Val had a tough time, not only at home, but was teased at school, as well. Each chapter focuses on one main thing in her life (though there are a few chapters about her mother, with whom she does have a good relationship now) like school, her rebelling as a teenager, each of her two husbands, and more. There is a chapter where her friend and coworker, Stacy London (yes, from What Not to Wear) helps her with her wardrobe. It was really fast to read. I hadn't even realized that she has also written a number of fiction books, and I might take a look at some of those, too.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5First, I should mention that I hadn't read the subtitle (i.e. a memoir) when I picked up this book and so I expected more of a social commentary on thinness in current North American culture. Second, I have read one novel by Frankel in the past and I did not like it. So my mindset going into her memoir may not have been the best. Compound this with the fact that I am a fat person and pretty much always have been, while she is writing about her experiences as someone who has carried a few extra pounds for much of her life (as opposed to actually being fat), and perhaps I was predisposed to just not really appreciate Frankel's perspective. But Frankel's memoir was an insightful read nonetheless. It wasn't what I expected but it worked for what it was. Frankel shares intimate portions of her past, including emotional abuse and bullying by other kids and her parents during her junior high years, a period of promiscuity in adulthood, and the death of her first husband. Frankel has experienced some very real challenges and has put it all out there for the reader before outlining some life lessons in positive body image by the end of her no-dieting journey to thinness. She is an admirable woman and I do appreciate that she was willing to share her story in print.
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Thin Is the New Happy - Valerie Frankel
1
DIETS ARE FOREVER
Hello, my name is Val, and I’m a diet addict. I exist on a continuous loop of starting a diet, recovering from one, and planning the next. I’m either counting calories, fat grams, carbs, or the number of days until I begin anew (and it’s always for the last time
). Dieting defines me. It grounds me. If I didn’t have a diet to plan or follow, I’d panic. Going cold turkey on dieting would be a shock to my system. I might have delirium tremens. Or go insane and hallucinate scenes from someone else’s childhood.
Unlike a lot of other chronic dieters, my compulsion is dieting itself. I’m not an emotional eater, per se. I’m an emotional dieter. Restricting food equals self-righteousness. Exercising makes me feel superior, holy, strong of will and limb. On the other ham—I mean, hand—cheating brings on the whiplash of shame, guilt, and disgust. Like numbers on the scale, the emotions of dieting go up and down, up and down.
Although I try to make light of it, the humor of chronic dieting wears thin, even if nothing else does. The alternative to riding the emotional highs and lows? Become what my friend Pam described as one of those happy, self-accepting fat people.
That fantasy—of ordering bacon cheeseburgers with a wink and a cheeky More of me to love!
—lasted approximately five seconds before I vowed never to give up. Although I’ve quit dozens of individual diets, quitting dieting, as a way of life, would be the ultimate defeat.
My most recent diet was inspired by The Biggest Loser, a reality TV show. The concept was creepy and sadistic and therefore irresistible: Put sixteen grossly obese people of all ages and genders on a ranch in the middle of a desert and make them compete to lose weight for money. As the contestants reduced, they talked to a pantry-cam about feeling reborn, getting their lives back, emerging from a long, lipid-induced waking slumber. Their existential displacement rhetoric was sad as hell. Nearly every contestant cried fat tears of woe or joy, and so did the TV audience (at least, I did). I knew I was being manipulated, but didn’t care. Watching the contestants’ gradual transformations—physical and emotional—over the course of a few months was downright inspiring.
For the competition part of the show, the contestants were weighed on a livestock scale. Some would routinely shed ten, fifteen, twenty pounds in a single week. One guy lost nearly fifty pounds in just three weeks. I’d been struggling to lose twenty pounds for fifteen years. Granted, the contestants started out at 400 pounds. By their standards, I was already an after.
Everyone knew the last twenty pounds was always the hardest. Still, I convinced myself that my Medium-Sized Loser diet would be a snap.
D-day arrived, as it always did, on the first Monday after I got my period after the last major holiday. My inner announcer said, Start your engines,
and I was off and running—or, more accurately, jogging. I was ready. I was pumped.
I was doomed.
However misguided optimism might be, you can’t begin a diet without total commitment. Otherwise, it’d be like marrying a man you hope to grow to love someday. The Medium-Sized Loser Diet (aka The One) would be strict but doable. The rules:
1. Avoid white food (rice, bread, potatoes, sugar, flour, chips, crackers, etc.).
2. Eat at least six servings of fruit and veggies a day.
3. Drink a glass of water every two hours.
4. Run for half an hour five days per week.
5. Do two thousand crunches per week.
In the throes of the early infatuation period, I was sure this diet would be a piece of (Splendafied) cake. For the record, I did achieve perfection for a solid two weeks. But then life interceded, and my diet was, shall we say, compromised. There was a bake sale at my daughters’ school. I would have just bought the minimal face-saving number of cookies, but Lucy gave me the sad look and said, We never bake anymore.
Muttering, I mixed the batter, repeating the mantra I will not sample, I will not sample.
Needless to say, when confronted with fresh-baked cookies, mantras were useless. I ate seven cookies in the span of five minutes.
I had a new novel out, and a rash of lunch and dinner offers from friends and editors with expense accounts. A very-tightwad, I never refused a free meal, especially at pricey places I wouldn’t go to ordinarily. When you sat down at a two-star New York City restaurant that was famous for its porter house, you didn’t dare order the garden salad. It was an affront, an insult to the chef.
The final nail in my diet coffin was my actor/musician husband’s three-week gig in Alaska. When Steve got work, he took it, wherever and whenever the job might be, regardless of whether it fit into my diet plans. Since Steve was our family’s laundry-doer and vacuumer, his absence doubled my housework load. On top of that, it coincided with the kids’ spring break and a major deadline for me. When dinnertime rolled around (every frigging night), I was too tired and stressed to bake the flounder and steam the broccoli. Pizza came to the emotional rescue.
If the timing had been better or I hadn’t been stressed out, maybe I would have regrouped. Honestly, though, the air went out of my tires during the bake sale debacle. The first cheat created a domino effect (or, I should say, Domino’s). After that, I was cheating regularly, at shorter intervals and with increasing quantities of food per incident. I’d already eaten one slice of pizza, I thought. Might as well have three. What the