Skinny Bitch

Well, it seems like I'm one of the last to get on the skinny-bitch wagon--but you can bet your butt I'm on it now. I saw Skinny Bitch by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnoiun at Half-Price the other day and remembered having seen it mentioned on Heather Eats Almond Butter and a couple of other healthy-life blogs and so I decided to snag it after flipping through the first few pages and finding myself giggling in delighted shock at the flagrant blasphemous-ness of Rory and Kim's ideology in regards to modern-day American culture/societal eating habits. I'm not quite finished yet--I'm trying to pace myself with this one, because there's so much valuable information--but, already, I think this book is going to freaking turn my life upside-down. I just read the chapter on animal-slaughtering. That's why I'm here. I couldn't read any more just now. I feel better now, but, initially, I thought I was going to be violently ill. No more meat (or dairy) for me. Rory and Kim make too much sense. And, intuitively, I've always known that this stuff is poison. That's why I feel so guilty for it. But . . . I'm not supposed to lose more weight . . . so I've got to get creative here . . .