The Ten Meal Week is a very thin book. It has a free minimum price. It's currently free to read on the web, but if you buy it (even for free) you get free updates forever. If you really like it, you can consider buying another copy, paying what you think it was worth to you. For example, one fun thing (especially for me!) that you could do is buy it for free, and then buy it again for $1 for every pound you lost following the advice!
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I love food.
I love homemade food, I love restaurant food and I love fast food. I love many types of food, from many cultures.
I don't know whether I love homemade beef lasagna (a modified Jamie Oliver recipe) more than homemade mushroom risotto (a Marcella Hazan recipe, with all the stirring that implies). When I visit Vancouver, I don't know whether I prefer the spicy miso ramen from Kintaro to the bamboo charcoal ramen from Motomachi Shokudo–or whether I should just go to Guu Izakaya and order six of my favorite dishes. I don't know whether I prefer In-N-Out burger to CoCo Curry. I don't know whether I prefer the duck noodle soup from JJ Wonton in Victoria to the Singapore laksa from Kaya in Vancouver, or whether I prefer their Roti Canai to good Naan bread. I also don't know whether I prefer my homemade pistachio gelato to my wife's version of BAKE Japanese cheese tarts. I don't even know whether I prefer the pecan pie from Whole Foods to their apple pie or pumpkin pie.
I do know, however, that every diet I've ever seen would have a problem with me eating everything in the above list–let alone eating many of those dishes in the same week. Heck, the lasagna we make at home probably eliminates most of those diets singlehandedly, especially if you saw how much Parmigiano Reggiano my son adds to it when he "super cheeses" it.
Unsurprisingly, I've never been able to stick to any diet, even the ones (like South Beach) which worked for me when I was on them. I just love food too much.
Through the approach in The Ten Meal Week, I lost 21 pounds in 9 weeks, with no restrictions on what I could eat–just on when I could eat it.
