I think this was an amazing idea. For people who’ve always been thin or always loved exercise, y’all just don’t get it. Manning decided to do what it took to empathize with his clients. That’s great and it would have made an excellent documentary.
This is hands down the worst book I’ve read this year, probably in the last two years. The writing is terrible. Not even the ghost writer could save this enough to make me like it and I really wanted to like it.
Manning has been built like the friggin’ Hulk for most of his life. He spent 50 pages of a 200+ page book on what it was like to get fat and that includes his wife’s chapter. You completely rewrite your physical form and lifestyle and that’s all you’ve got?
I’ve been larger than life for many years. Restrict me to the last six months and I can still give you more than that in a day. I wanted more. I needed more. If he didn’t have more in him, the book was a mistake. If more was on his blog, why isn’t it in the damn book?
It was compelling to hear about a fit person finally know how the rest of us feel. Society is very scornful of anyone above a certain size. The only people it’s PC to hate are Nazis, zombies, and the obese. Manning felt very judged when he goes back to the gym even though most people probably paid him no mind.
He makes some excellent points about fitness in the latter half of the book: Form is key for fitness, variety is vital to stave off boredom, set yourself up for success. Getting to them was tedious, dull, and, at times, condescending. Please explain to me WTF John F. Kennedy has to do with fitness? It makes no sense and sounds remarkably pretentious for a memoir with a text message title.
As much as I wanted to like this book, I hated it. I got almost no enjoyment out of reading it. I still think what Manning did was extraordinary. I have a lot of respect for him. So long as he never writes another book, he’ll keep it.
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