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Stylish, convincing, wise, funny-and just in time: the ultimate "non-diet book, which could radically change the way you think and live.
French women don't get fat, but they do eat bread and pastry, drink wine, and regularly enjoy three-course meals. In her delightful tale, Mireille Guiliano unlocks the simple secrets of this "French paradox"-how to enjoy food and stay slim and healthy. Hers is a charming, sensible, and powerfully life-affirming view of health and eating for our times.
As a typically slender French girl, Mireille (Meer-"ray) went to America as an exchange student and came back fat. That shock sent her into an adolescent tailspin, until her kindly family physician, "Dr. Miracle," came to the rescue. Reintroducing her to classic principles of French gastronomy plus time-honored secrets of the local women, he helped her restore her shape and gave her a whole new understanding of food, drink, and life. The key? Not guilt or deprivation but learning to get the most from the things you most enjoy. Following her own version of this traditional wisdom, she has ever since relished a life of indulgence without bulge, satisfying yen without yo-yo on three meals a day.
Now in simple but potent strategies and dozens of recipes you'd swear were fattening, Mireille reveals the ingredients for a lifetime of weight control-from the emergency weekend remedy of Magical Leek Soup to everyday tricks like fooling yourself into contentment and painless new physical exertions to save you from the StairMaster. Emphasizing the virtues of freshness, variety, balance, and "always pleasure, Mireille shows how virtually anyone can learn to eat, drink, and move like a French woman.
Anatural raconteur, Mireille illustrates her philosophy through the experiences that have shaped her life-a six-year-old's first taste of Champagne, treks in search of tiny blueberries (called "myrtilles) in the woods near her grandmother's house, a near-spiritual rendezvous with oysters at a seaside restaurant in Brittany, to name but a few. She also shows us other women discovering the wonders of "French in action," drawing examples from dozens of friends and associates she has advised over the years to eat and drink smarter and more joyfully.
Here are a culture's most cherished and time-honored secrets recast for the twenty-first century. For anyone who has slipped out of her zone, missed the flight to South Beach, or accidentally let a carb pass her lips, here is a buoyant, positive way to stay trim. A life of wine, bread-even chocolate-without girth or guilt? "Pourquoi pas?

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MIREILLE GUILIANO, born and brought up in France, is an internationally best-selling author and a long-time spokesperson for Champagne Veuve Clicquot. For more than twenty years she was President and CEO of Clicquot, Inc. (LVMH). She is married to an American and lives most of the year in New York and France (Paris and Provence). Her favorite pastimes are breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her books have appeared in 37 languages.

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Chapter 1

VIVE L’AMÉRIQUE:

THE BEGINNING . . . I AM OVERWEIGHT

I love my adopted homeland. But first, as an exchange student in Massachusetts, I learned to love chocolate-chip cookies and brownies. And I gained twenty pounds.

My love affair with America had begun with my love of the English language; we met at the lycée (junior high and high school) when I turned eleven. English was my favorite class after French literature, and I simply adored my English teacher. He had never been abroad but spoke English without a French accent or even a British one. He had learned it during World War II, when he found himself in a POW camp with a high school teacher from Weston, Massachusetts (I suspect they had long hours to practice). Without knowing whether they’d make it out alive, they decided that if they did, they would start an exchange program for high school seniors. Each year, one student from the United States would come to our town and one of us would go to Weston. The exchange continues to this day, and the competition is keen.

During my last year at the lycée, I had good enough grades to apply, but I wasn’t interested. With dreams of becoming an English teacher or professor, I was eager to start undergraduate studies at the local university. And at eighteen, naturally I had also convinced myself I was madly in love with a boy in my town. He was the handsomest though admittedly not the brightest boy around, the coqueluche (the darling) of all the girls. I couldn’t dream of parting from him, so I didn’t even think of applying for Weston. But in the schoolyard, between classes, there was hardly another topic of conversation. Among my friends, the odds-on favorite to go was Monique; she wanted it so badly, and besides, she was the best in our class, a fact not lost on the selection committee, which was chaired by my English teacher and included among its distinguished ranks PTA members, other teachers, the mayor, and the local Catholic priest, balanced by the Protestant minister. But on the Monday morning when the announcement was expected, the only thing announced was that no decision had been made.

At home that Thursday morning (those days, there was no school on Thursdays but half days on Saturday), my English teacher appeared at the door. He had come to see my mother, which seemed rather strange, considering my good grades. As soon as he left, with a big, satisfied smile but not a word to me except hello, my mother called me. Something was très important.

The selection committee had not found a suitable candidate. When I asked about Monique, my mother tried to explain something not easily fathomed at my age: My friend had everything going for her, but her parents were Communists, and that would not fly in America. The committee had debated at great length (it was a small town, where everybody was fully informed about everybody else), but they could not escape concluding that a daughter of Communists could never represent France!

My teacher had proposed me as an alternative, and the other members had agreed. But since I had not even applied, he had to come and persuade my parents to let me go. My overadoring father, who would never have condoned my running away for a year, was not home. Perhaps my teacher was counting on this fact; but in any event, he managed to sell the idea to my mother. The real work then fell to her, because she had to persuade not only my father, but me as well. Not that she was without her own misgivings about seeing me go, but Mamie was always wise and farsighted; and she usually got her way. I was terribly anxious about what Monique would say, but once word got out, she was first to declare what a fine ambassador I would make. Apparently, Communist families were quite open and practical about such matters, and she had already been given to understand that family ideology had made her a dark horse from the start.

And so I went. It was a wonderful year—one of the best of my adolescence—and it certainly changed the course of my entire life. To a young French girl, Weston, a wealthy Boston suburb, seemed an American dream—green, manicured, spread out, with huge gorgeous homes and well-to-do, well-schooled families. There was tennis, horseback riding, swimming pools, golf, and two or three cars per family—a far, far cry from any town in eastern France, then or now. The time was so full of new, unimagined things, but finally too rich, and I don’t mean demographically. For all the priceless new friends and experiences I was embracing, something else altogether, something sinister, was slowly taking shape. Almost before I could notice, it had turned into fifteen pounds, more or less . . . and quite probably more. It was August, my last month before the return voyage to France. I was in Nantucket with one of my adoptive families when I suffered the first blow: I caught a reflection of myself in a bathing suit. My American mother, who had perhaps been through something like this before with another daughter, instinctively registered my distress. A good seamstress, she bought a bolt of the most lovely linen and made me a summer shift. It seemed to solve the problem but really only bought me a little time.

In my final American weeks, I had become very sad at the thought of leaving all my new pals and relations, but I was also quite apprehensive of what my French friends and family would say at the sight of the new me. I had never mentioned the weight gain in letters and somehow managed to send photos showing me only from the waist up.

The moment of truth was approaching.

2

LA FILLE PRODIGUE:

RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER

My father brought my brother with him to Le Havre to collect me. I was traveling on the SS Rotterdam. The ocean liner was still the transatlantic standard preferred by many French people in the late 1960s. With me was the new American exchange student from Weston, who would be spending the year in our town.

Since he had not seen me for a whole year, I expected my father, who always wore his heart on his face, would embarrass me, bounding up the gangway for the first hug and kiss. But when I spied the diminutive French man in his familiar beret—yes, a beret—he looked stunned. As I approached, now a little hesitantly, he just stared at me, and as we came near, after a few seconds that seemed endless, there in front of my brother and my American shipmate, all he could manage to say to his cherished little girl come home was, “Tu ressembles à un sac de patates” (“You look like a sack of potatoes”). Some things don’t sound any prettier in French. I knew what he had in mind: not a market-size sack, but one of the big, 150-pound burlap affairs that are delivered to grocery stores and restaurants! Fortunately the girl from Weston spoke little French, else she would have had a troubling first impression of French family life.

At age nineteen, I could not have imagined anything more hurtful, and to this day the sting has not been topped. But my father was not being mean. True, tact was never his strength; and the teenage girl’s hypersensitivity about weight and looks wasn’t yet the proverbial pothole every parent today knows to steer around. The devastating welcome sprang more than anything from his having been caught off guard. Still, it was more than I could take. I was at once sad, furious, vexed, and helpless. At the time, I could not even measure the impact.

On our way home to eastern France, we stopped in Paris for a few days, just to show my friend from Weston the City of Light, but my inexorable grumpiness made everyone eager to hit the road again. I ruined Paris for all of us. I was a mess.

The coming months were bitter and awkward. I didn’t want anyone to see me, but everyone wanted to greet l’Américaine. My mother understood right away not only how and why I had gained the weight, but also how I felt. She treaded lightly, avoiding the unavoidable topic, perhaps particularly because I had soon given her something more dire to worry about.

Having seen a bit of the world, I had lost my taste for attending the local university. I now wanted to study languages in a Grande École (like an Ivy League school) in Paris and, on top of that, to take a literary track at the Sorbonne at the same time. It was unusual and really an insane workload. My parents were not at all keen on the idea of Paris: if I got in (hardly a given, as the competition is legendary), it was going to be a big emotional and financial sacrifice to have me three and a half hours from home. So I had to campaign hard, but thanks in part to the obvious persistence of my raw nerves, in the end they let me go back to Paris for the famously grueling entrance exam. I passed, and in late September I moved to Paris. My parents always wanted the best for me.

By All Saints’ Day (November 1), I had gained another five pounds, and by Christmas, five more still. At five feet three, I was now overweight by any standard, and nothing I owned fit, not even my American mother’s summer shift. I had two flannel ones—same design, but roomier—made to cover up my lumpiness. I told the dressmaker to hurry and hated myself every minute of the day. More and more, my father’s faux pas at Le Havre seemed justified. Those were blurry days of crying myself to sleep and zipping past all mirrors. It may not seem so strange an experience for a nineteen-year-old, but none of my French girlfriends was going through it.

Then something of a Yuletide miracle occurred. Or perhaps I should say, Dr. Miracle, who showed up thanks to my mamie. Over the long holiday break, she asked the family physician, Dr. Meyer, to pay a call. She did this most discreetly, careful not to bruise me further. Dr. Meyer had watched me grow up, and he was the kindest gentleman on earth. He assured me that getting back in shape would be really easy and just a matter of a few “old French tricks.” By Easter, he promised, I’d be almost back to my old self, and certainly by the end of the school year in June I’d be ready to wear my old bathing suit, the one I’d packed for America. As in a fairy tale, it was going to be our secret. (No use boring anyone else with the particulars of our plan, he said.) And the weight would go away much faster than it came. Sounded great to me. Of course, I wanted to put my faith in Dr. Meyer, and fortunately, there didn’t seem to be many options at the time.

DR. MIRACLE’S WEEKEND PRESCRIPTION

For the next three weeks, I was to keep a diary of everything I ate. This is a strategy that will sound familiar from some American diet programs, such as Weight Watchers. I was to record not only what and how much, but also when and where. There was no calorie counting, not that I could have done that. The stated purpose was simply for him to gauge the nutritional value of what I was eating (it was the first time I ever heard the word). Since nothing more was asked of me, I was only too happy to comply. This is the first thing you should do, too.

Dr. Meyer demanded no great precision in measurement. Just estimate, he said, stipulating “a portion” as the only unit of quantity and roughly equal to a medium-size apple. In America, where the greatest enemy of balanced eating is ever bigger portions, I suggest a little more precision. Here’s where the small kitchen scale comes in. (Bread, which sometimes comes in huge slices here, might be more easily weighed than compared with an apple, which seems bigger here, too!)

Three weeks later, I was home again for the weekend. Just before noon, Dr. Miracle, distingué, gray templed, made his second house call. He also stayed for lunch. Afterward, reviewing my diary, he immediately identified a pattern utterly obvious to him but hiding somehow from me, as I blithely recorded every crumb I put in my mouth. On the walk between school and the room I was renting in the Seventh Arrondissement, there were no fewer than sixteen pastry shops. Without my having much noticed, my meals were more and more revolving around pastry. As I was living in Paris, my family could not know this, so when I came home, my mother naturally prepared my favorites, unaware I was eating extra desserts on the sly, even under her roof.

My Parisian pastry gluttony was wonderfully diverse. In the morning there was croissant or pain au chocolat or chouquette or tarte au sucre. Lunch was preceded by a stop at Poîlane, the famous breadmaker’s shop, where I could not resist the pain aux raisins or tarte aux pommes (apple tart) or petits sablés. Next stop was at a café for the ubiquitous jambon-beurre (ham on a buttered baguette) and what remained of the Poîlane pastry with coffee. Dinner always included and sometimes simply was an éclair, Paris Brest, religieuse, or mille-feuille (curiously called a napoleon outside France), always some form of creamy, buttery sweetness. Sometimes I would even stop off for a palmier (a big puff pastry sugar-covered cookie) for my goûter (afternoon snack). As a student, I was living off things I could eat on the go. Hardly any greens were passing my lips, and my daily serving of fruit was coming from fruit tarts. I was eating this strangely lopsided fare without the slightest thought and with utter contentment—except, of course, for how I looked.

Now this was obviously not a diet I had picked up in America, where one could hardly say the streets are lined with irresistible patisseries (though then, as now, there was no shortage of tempting hot chocolate-chip cookie stands and sellers of rich ice cream, to say nothing of a mind-boggling variety of supermarket sweets made with things infinitely worse for you than cream and butter). But as I was to learn, it was my adoptive American way of eating that had gone to my head and opened me up to the dangers of this delicious Parisian minefield. For in America, I had gotten into some habits: eating standing up, not making my own food, living off whatever (n’importe quoi, as the French say), as other kids were doing. Brownies and bagels were particular hazards; we had nothing quite like them at home, so who could tell how rich they were?

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Publisher ‏ : ‎ Vintage; Reprint edition (December 26, 2007)
Language ‏ : ‎ English
Paperback ‏ : ‎ 304 pages
ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0375710515
ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0375710513
Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 8.6 ounces
Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 5.16 x 0.66 x 8 inches

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Merci Madame Guiliano for writing this book ...

Reviewed in the United States on June 21, 2005

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Woooo ... this book really has rallied a love-it-or-hate-it sensibility here. Well, count me in the love-it group. And why? Because for me it struck a chord ... and it works. 10 weeks ago, I embarked on a new way of eating ... I was 212 pounds (at 6 foot tall with a medium frame that's a bit overweight for a guy) ... and today I was weighed at my Doctor's office - 191 pounds! That's 21 pounds! I.e. I've lost 2 pounds per week on average - what Doctors consider a "safe" amount to lose. My ideal weight is about 180 pounds ... so only 11 more to go! My Doctor was almost as excited as I was and wanted to know how I did it. When I told her about this book, she said she'd heard about it and needed to get a copy for her husband, a cardiologist!

Yes, Madame Guiliano is not a medical professional. Yes, she is the CEO of Veuve Cliquot. Maybe you take offence at her generalizations - I don't. I feel that she talks about her observations with style and humor and yes, perhaps some of them maybe stretching things a bit, but they are her beliefs. Hello? This is not some scientific paper that is going to be vetted by professionals. It's a story, a way of looking at things, a lifestyle change ... an encouragement to using a little willpower in your life.

Some people have criticized certain aspects of the book such as the shopping from markets or walk everywhere, but my take is ... get inspired by the book, make changes in your life and take from it what you can. I never tried the Miracle soup, I still shop at Safeway, I still drive everywhere ... but I'm mindful of what I eat without going overboard ... I cycle a little bit now and then (20 mins or so per week) ... and I eat delicious food. I also never weighed myself over the 10 weeks (I was afraid of getting discouraged) ... I just started noticing that I needed to take my belt in further and that I was looking better in the mirror. Despite the "you're looking better" comments from friends, proof-positive was today at the Doctor's office.

Note that I eat some of the bad stuff too, but in moderation ... as a treat ... not as a way of life (like before). I still have takeout chinese food, I still eat burgers, but now I make the chinese food last for more than one sitting and I eat only half the burger. Salad has become a steady side dish in my life. (Big note here: salad can make you fat too ... don't pile it on at the cafeteria and then slather it with 300 calories of dressing! Hello?) This book has changed the way I look at portions here in America - they're (quite frankly) obscene. What to do? Doggy bag it! Saves time and money too!

If I overindulge once in a while, I do as Madame Guiliano says ... I cut back on my next meal. Maybe just a small (and I mean small!) ham-and-brie toasted sandwich with some fresh basil and tomato instead of a big meal. And no more eating food that I don't like - I was in a restaurant once, had ordered a chicken sandwich, didn't care for it, so I left it! Why eat food that doesn't bring you pleasure? I love food. I love to cook. I still use butter, I still use cream ... but I use them sensibly. I also drink one glass (1/4 bottle) of red wine per night. At weekends I might indulge in a glass or two more or maybe a cocktail.

For me, this book worked - it was just the encouragement I needed to do something about my weight. I don't care for the "you must eat this, you must eat that and in these portions". I like what I like to eat - I don't want to learn to love what someone else eats (though I did incorporate more fresh veg and fruit in my diet). I also don't care for the "it's not your fault" books. I'm an adult ... I know I goof up sometimes ... and I know that the only person who will look after my weight is me. My responsibility. The buck stops here. All-in-all it was a little tough at first, but after a few weeks, it became second nature. Now, I don't have to think about it - food and watching what/when/how you eat doesn't run my life like I expected a "diet" to. It's not a diet - it's a lifestyle ... and in the words of one fast food chain ... "I'm Lovin' It" (ha!)

Sorry if I've rattled on a bit here. I hope I haven't come off as a snob or something. I just wanted to tell my story and encourage others. Eat well (but sensibly) and enjoy food, life and living!

Madame Guiliano ... I'd like to say a very public "merci" for your style, wit, humor and, of course, the time you took to write this book.

Hey, and your champagne is not too shabby either! À votre santé!

*** Update on 4 Oct 2005:

Well, I reached my target weight of 180 pounds a few months ago, and despite going on vacation, I have managed to maintain my "ideal" weight.

I still have a glass of wine per night and indulge a little more at weekends, and I still adhere to the basic principles in the book, just not as rigorously as before. However, if I pig out one day, I make up for it the next ... everything in balance.

Just read an article on MSN that "Vast majority of Americans likely to become fat" ... yikes. This is a shocking thought. I absolutely do not intend to become another sad statistic in our nation's health epidemic.

I bought a good quality digital scale and I weigh myself every morning when I get up. I fluctuate between 177 and 183 pounds and don't freak out if I'm somewhere in that range. If I start heading upwards of 183, I put the brakes on again.

Losing the weight has been a big inspiration in my life. I realize that if I can lose weight, I have the ability to change many other things in my life ... which is what I am currently doing. I am questioning my job, the time I spend, my reltionships and where I live. It's scary and exciting at the same time.

On a last note, I sincerely would like to encourage anyone that, yes, this can be done. Have fun, be flexible and enjoy life. No one's gonna hand it on a plate to you (well except a waiter <grin>) so get off your b*** and go for it!

Cheers!

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Mireille Guliano President and CEO of the champagne company Cliquot Inc. is the author of "French Women Don't Get Fat". Guliano travels 180 days of the year, eating out frequently and indulging in rich dishes and other goodies including bread, champagne and chocolate. Yet she manages to stay very slim and trim the French way.

"French Women Don't Get Fat" is a wonderful opportunity to look inside this chic French woman's mind and understand how she eats such delicious food, rarely visit the gym yet wears a small size.

The 263pg book speaks volumes. It clearly describes how to "think" so you will make the food choices that even if indulgent support a healthy weight. And it describes how to "move" to stay slim and you don't have to go to a gym.

You do not have to be in the Zone or give up carbs or fat in order to lose weight. There is no need to micromanage your nutrients. Instead you must temper your indulgences with restraint. It seems so simple - yet millions of overweight Americans don't know how to accomplish this. And with her commonsense explanation M. Guliano explains exactly how to do this.

Madame Guiliano is not a doctor or nutritionist. And she has not done scientific studies to test her methods. BUT all she has to do is point to France and the millions of slim Frenchwomen who use her "methode".

Madame Guiliano states she learned the process of weight loss when she gained weight after a visit to the States from her Doctor - Dr. Miracle. The good doctor taught her simple steps to achieve a healthy weight. Guiliano took his lessons to heart slimmed down and is now frequently asked how she stays so slim!

One of the first steps in the program is recasting. Here you look over the food you eat and you decide what you have to have and what you are willing to eat less of or give up entirely. You also work to get the blatant sugars that create havoc with your chemistry out of your system. There is also a simple recipe for leek soup for a weekend of cleansing for those who wish to jumpstart a weight loss program. You will journal and see what areas cause trouble in your life.

Other steps include eating regular meals, increasing fruits and vegetables, drinking water, not stocking offenders at home and enjoying yogurt on a daily basis.

The book is really designed for those who understand the calorie concept and have a basic understanding of healthy and non-healthy foods. Though Guiliano does not get into calorie counting since she asks that you track what is causing your weight problems, it's assumed that you know that "faux" foods like twinkies are an offender whereas an apple is not.

Her book includes numerous recipes including Asparagus Flan, Grilled Spring Lamb Chops, Yogurt, Baguette, Salad of Duck A L'orange and more. The book is,however, light on sample daily menus. More of what to eat on a daily basis would have been good.

The book is a superb read on how the Frenchwoman stays so slim and trim! Freshness, variety, balance, luxury and a trim waistline can be yours if you follow the principles!

Bonne Chance!

Lee Mellott

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Brigitte Lessard

As new !

Reviewed in Canada on January 10, 2024

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Excellent condition and shipped ultra fast. The book is funny and very interesting. I already have one or two new positive habits.

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Bello libro

Reviewed in Spain on January 30, 2024

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Woow, me ha encantado este libro. Está escrito con tal buen gusto y colorido, que te transporta. Puedes ver los colores y sentir los aromas, de verdad me entraron ganas de ser un poquito más francesa.

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Simple but enjoyable if you’re looking for some common sense and like the idealised French lifestyle

Reviewed in the United Kingdom on January 25, 2023

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I’m reviewing this because I can see it being a difficult book to know whether it’s worth buying.
Overall: I enjoyed the book. I love the romanticised French lifestyle which this book promotes - it’s possibly generalised/stereotypic, but I don’t think in a problematic way. It was also a good dose of common sense for someone whose dopamine rewards pathway when it comes to eating large quantities of food is very strong - no quick fixes, just a plain and simple “be disciplined about not giving into that comfort, you’re the only one who can do that for you.”
Content: this is not offering a quick fix, magic pill, easy way out. Essentially it boils down to eating smaller portions of good, wholesome, delicious food, not denying yourself anything outright, being mindful of your choices, understanding that you are the only one who can do anything about your weight, and having many other non-food pleasures in life so that you don’t need to turn to food. Some of the content is a little trite or may seem a little old fashioned, but we can all gloss over small things that we don’t agree with. I enjoyed the writing style, I didn’t feel it took itself too seriously.
Pros: actually a breath of fresh air in a world of diet books! If you’re looking for a healthy lifestyle rather than a diet, you might find this useful. There are no extremes here, just fairly sensible advice. Why pay for common sense? Sometimes we need something written down by someone else with a little polish for it to sink in, having been previously forgotten. There’s also nothing strict to follow, instead guidance that can be tailored to individuals. She mentions at the start that this is really for people with 10 kilos or less to lose, or who want to maintain their current figure - it’s not necessarily directed at people with a higher weight who might need for example to do a lot more exercise, or for people whose high weight is linked to a medical condition. It was also a good reminder to cultivate rituals in life, something that I needed a reminder of. The exercise she recommends is very simple and easy to fit into everyday life.
Cons: I suppose some of the US generalisations might not be to everyone’s taste (I didn’t think they were rude, perhaps just a hard pill to swallow. Obviously also doesn’t take into account personal circumstances.) It’s also probably not the book if you’re prone to problematic or drastic restriction - she really does recommend everything in moderation, but there is a general focus on smaller portions of more items which technically amounts to a similar amount of food, but if you’re restriction-inclined then that’s something to be aware of. She advocates training with very low weights which really plays into the “women shouldn’t get bulky” rhetoric. You can lift heavy if it’s physically possible for you! It’s good for you! You can’t get bulky (ie put on muscle) unless you’re eating more than you need! All women should be weight training and with heavy weights at least once a week, it’s so good for the body. Her advice might also not be possible to follow if you lead an extremely busy life. If you’re busy and want an easy ABCD checklist to follow you won’t find it here: it really is a full lifestyle that she’s advocating. That said, if you’re able to take what she suggests and adapt it for you, I think it’s a useful book.
Have I actually implemented any of her suggestions? Yes. I’d slipped out of the habit of drinking enough water so I’m drinking much more herbal tea; I’m eating smaller portions of more food varieties; I’ve gone from avoiding all wine because a frequent glass isn’t healthy, to just having a tiny glass very consciously when I truly feel like it’ll add to the experience and you know what? It did make the meals more enjoyable, I think the sharp taste in contrast to the food I was eating.

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Muy bueno

Reviewed in Mexico on June 26, 2018

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Un libro que nos permite echar un vistazo a la cultura francesa, muy interesante. Lleno de vivencias que nos hacen transportarnos hacia su infancia, y nos permiten entender su razonamiento. Nos hace reflexionar sobre los verdaderos placeres al comer, en lugar de hacerlo automáticamente, sin disfrutar. Muy buenos consejos, y para las personas que no entiendan las frases en francés, consulten el diccionario.
¡Me encantó!

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S. Alex Percival

Tres utile

Reviewed in France on December 8, 2017

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Ce produit est exactement comme il était dit et j'étais heureux de l'avoir acheté. je n'ai pas de plaintes. c'est bon. très utile car il offre de si bonnes idées. J'ai changé beaucoup de mauvaises habitudes permenantly.

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