On Friday, out of nowhere, he said, “I’m thinking of doing that 4 Hour Body thing. Can you lend me the book?”
I looked at him, equal parts dubious and incredulous. This is not a man who needs to lose weight. “But WHY?” I asked.
“I’ve put on a few pounds this winter, ” he replied, tapping his completely non-existent anti-belly. “I want to give it a shot.”
“You realize there’s no bread on this diet, right? No bread, no pastries, no sugar. Nothing” I said, in ominous and foreboding tones. “And you’re, like, a baker. Did I mention no bread?”
“Just give me the goddamn book.”
“Fine.”
And this is how we came to be doing That 4 Hour Body Thing, aka the Slow Carb diet, together.






