How To Eat Loads and Stay Slim isn’t a diet book. Not in the traditional sense.
Whilst other books concentrate on huge lifestyle and dietary changes, How To Eat Loads And Stay Slim shows you how you can achieve the same results - permanently - simply by adopting a few new ideas, and by making a series of small painless tweaks to your eating habits.
What's more each thought provoking, scientifically-provable, idea has a STAR RATING. There are fifty four stars available. You get one just for buying the book! Collect enough and you’ll steadily increase your chances of being able to eat loads AND stay slim. Collect enough stars (thirty or more would be a good target to have) and we personally guarantee that a slim figure, coupled with a healthy but satiated appetite, are yours for the taking. No dieting required.
Find out:
- how hunger really works
- how to make zero fat chips
- why focusing on your food as you eat is really important
- how to cut down on sugar without going cold turkey
- and much, much more
All served up in an easy-to-digest, humourous read from authors who’ve been where you are now.
As featured on BBC Radio 2's 'Steve Wright In The Afternoon' show
Opening Chapter Excerpt
When I was a much younger man, the only pounds I ever had to worry about were the ones that should have been in my wallet. ‘Fat’ wasn’t a word that was ever used in connection with me. I was the living embodiment of ‘tall’ and ‘skinny’.
Even in my twenties, when I was mostly living on a diet of pizza and beer, where most people have a ‘bottom’ I had a ‘place where my legs met’. Girls would tell me how lucky I was. Guys would question my ability to lift a bag of sugar. I’d just shrug, convinced that I’d never lose my ability to hide behind lamp posts or squeeze between railings.
How wrong I was.
I met my wife-to-be in my mid-thirties. The fact that I met Kate at all was something of a minor miracle, but her arrival in my life coincided with another miraculous event: I’d started to put on weight.
In a matter of months I somehow went from ten stone eight (148 pounds) to thirteen stone (182 pounds). People started to tell me how ‘well’ I looked. Occasionally I was described as ‘cuddly’. And as Kate and I curled up in front of the TV to munch our way through a family sized bar of chocolate, she’d rub what she fondly referred to as the ‘Buddha Belly’. It was almost enough to ruin my appetite.
Almost – but not quite.
As the months passed my weight crept ever upwards. My chins (plural) got ever bigger. Eventually I no longer felt comfortable being naked in front of my fiancé.
And that was the turning point.
Not the naked part – the fact that my girlfriend was now my fiancé. And on hearing the happy news one of my colleagues asked me when I was starting my diet.
“Diet?!” I asked, with a mixture of indignation and confusion. What had diets got to do with marriage?
“Of course diet,” she said. “You’re never as slim as the day you get married!”
This was news to me, and something of a shock. And although the logical, adult part of my brain was quick to dismiss this as utter nonsense, another part – the part that has always been ready to believe anything negative or damaging – had already adopted this as a Universal Truth. I had only a few months to lose those pounds that I still thought of as ‘extra’ – or they would be mine forever. The clock was ticking.
