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  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  How to Use My, Ada Howard’s, Novel as a Diet Book

  1. Don’t keep doing what you’ve always been doing

  2. Make a plan: Set clear, multiple, and changing goals

  3. Weigh yourself daily

  4. Be a role model

  5. Don’t attack your own team; don’t let anyone on your team attack you

  6. Identify and learn from iconic diet books

  7. Walk thirty minutes a day—every day

  8. See your doctor

  9. Do the DNA test

  10. Budget: Plan to afford the feeding, exercising, and dressing of you

  11. Get eight hours of sleep nightly

  12. Eat breakfast

  13. Self-medicate with art: Quash boredom and anxiety

  14. Consider surgery

  15. Keep a food diary and a body journal

  16. Add a second exercise three times a week

  17. Drink eight glasses of water daily

  18. Eat sitting down

  19. Eat slowly

  20. Find a snack you like that likes you

  21. Access the power of quick fixes: poems, fingernail polish, and waxing

  22. Add a Zen exercise: hooping, water jogging, watsu, and yoga

  23. Don’t be afraid to look cheap—in restaurants

  24. Manage portion sizes

  25. Eat every three hours

  26. Savor Hot and Cold, the power of herbal teas and flavored ice cubes

  27. Don’t initiate change you can’t stick with for five years

  28. Find and create DNA-based go-to meals: a homemade and healthy house specialty and a healthy and palatable frozen dinner

  29. Use consultants: trainers, masseuses, nutrionists, and priests

  30. Massage your own feet

  31. Drink cautiously: no juice, no soft drinks, no food coloring, no corn syrup, no fake sugar; examine alcohol and caffeine intake

  32. Bathe to calm or bathe to excite: recipes for baths

  33. Invent DNA-based care packages that work for you and yours

  34. Don’t stay off the wagon when you fall off the wagon—and you will fall off the wagon

  35. Get therapy

  36. Create your own spa day

  37. Get better hair

  38. Fake it till you make it: fine foundations and wide smiles

  39. Update beauty rituals and tools

  40. Shop for your future self

  41. Take one bite of anything and never more than two bites of anything decadent

  42. Uni up: get yourself a uniform, for day and for night

  43. Front-load: Eat before you go to parties; drink water before meals

  44. Draw a map of your body

  45. Update your goals

  46. Create your own spa week

  47. Get better hair down there

  48. Seize the proper props: scarves, shoes, purses, sunglasses, and respect

  49. Don’t stop short of your goal

  50. Celebrate dappled beauty daily: the power of the imperfect and good-enough

  51. Cultivate new interests

  52. Make a health and beauty calendar

  53. Do it for you

  Acknowledgments

  A Note on the Author

  By the Same Author

  Copyright

  To Fannie Lou Hamer and every big and beautiful black

  woman who has carried far more than her weight more

  times than was noticed.

  So the very first rule of this diet book is, If you want to be skinny

  easy, pick skinny parents. If you can’t pick skinny parents, read

  my book. And if you picked skinny parents and you want to stay

  skinny in this new fat world—read my book.

  HOW TO USE MY, ADA HOWARD’S,

  NOVEL AS A DIET BOOK

  I lost seventy pounds writing this book. I imagined myself thin. I used what I had to get what I wanted. And you can too. My way, the Ada way.

  “Eat less, move more. I know what to do, I just don’t do it.” Maybe what we’re supposed to do doesn’t work. And by doesn’t work, I don’t mean, you do it and you don’t lose weight. I mean, girl, you do it and get hungry, grumpy, and less productive—so you stop doing it.

  You go back to feeding yourself the way you fed yourself before—to make up for treating yourself so bad in the pursuit of superficial stuff like beauty, and important stuff like health. You tell yourself, “If this is what I have to do to have a long life, I don’t want one.”

  What if there’s another way to go? What if we combine folk wisdom with targeted DNA science and then throw in a few new pleasures and old comforts? What if we form superior habits that crowd out the ones that have served us so poorly? What if we stop appealing to our self-discipline and start appealing to our hedonism?

  Ada does, and gets skinnier.

  What if you reconnect exercise to play, and substitute sex for dessert and prayer for chicken soup? What if you start rewarding yourself with reading a great poem, or listening to a great song, rather than eating ice cream? What if you start treating yourself to a foray into a foreign culture by downloading a zouk song in French, watching a steamy Telemundo melodrama, rewatching Tampopo, or taking in a Bollywood extravaganza instead of chowing down on fajitas, or saag aloo, or pancake house crepes, or California roll and tempura and miso and lettuce salad with sweet and fat, orange, never-seen-in-Japan dressing?

  If you did any, or all, of that, you’d be living by Ada’s Rules.

  Ada, me, and Ada, the star of my book, Ada’s Rules, who is almost exactly like me. Except, for example, my husband’s church is called Shiloh Baptist, not Full Love Gospel Tabernacle. And I didn’t drop out of divinity school; I graduated from the American Baptist College, but never entered church work. I do work at KidPlay but it’s really called KidPlace. This is fiction. With a whole lot of truth in it.

  So many people daydream about what their life would be like if it were exactly the same—except thinner. Which is a lot like daydreaming about winning a lottery. What happens if one thing changes out of the blue? Usually not much. Lottery winners who were broke at the get-go are broke five years later. What happens when everything changes? Most everybody.

  Finding, adding, and chasing new pleasure changes things. Ada’s Rules pokes us to stop trying to be stoic and start trying to embrace our inner epicurean—our love of all that is delicious and celebrates life—while keeping up with the humdrum daily. And we all got a whole lot of humdrum daily.

  Read as a diet book, Ada’s Rules will lead you to and through creating a healthy liaison with food—and with exercise and body and beauty and youth and age and work and even death—a liaison that will leave you happier when you look into the mirror, more confident when you face a routine blood lab test, more joyful when you close your eyes, no matter what else is going on. And there’s always a lot of mess going on.

  As you read Ada’s Rules and root for Ada as she uses what she has to get what she wants, I hope that you will be inspired, as I was inspired writing Ada, to go on your own health and beauty hunt. Seventy pounds later, I’m not a babe and I’m not a blob. I’m good-looking—and that’s plenty good enough for me.

  This novel will help you lose one to two pounds a week. If you have less than twenty pounds to lose, the fifty-two-day plan repeated should help you get there. If you have twenty to a hundred pounds to lose, try the fifty-two-week plan.

  Whether you have seven, or seventy, or a hundred and seven pounds to lose, if you read this book and work Ada’s Rules, you’re going to be more fit and less fat. And you’re going to help balance the national budget.

  How’s that? F
at is a multibillion-dollar problem for America. That’s a lot of money spent on dialysis, heart surgeries, and medicines that would not need to be spent if everybody followed my rules.

  So if you don’t have weight to lose—read Ada’s story anyway.

  It will help you create your own little invisible Eden where you eat and exercise with beauty, which, for me and for Ada, means with grace and power. And my very own slogan: Pitch Your Beauty Revival Tent: Come and Get It—Ada’s Rules: 53 Steps to Your BSN—Best Self Now! One rule for each week of the year and one to grow on—or one to trade out if there’s one you can’t stand!

  Ada’s Rules: Fifty-three Perfect Rules for an Imperfect but Excellent Health and Beauty Revival

  1. Don’t keep doing what you’ve always been doing.

  2. Make a plan: Set clear, multiple, and changing goals.

  3. Weigh yourself daily.

  4. Be a role model.

  5. Don’t attack your own team; don’t let anyone on your team attack you.

  6. Identify and learn from iconic diet books.

  7. Walk thirty minutes a day—every day.

  8. See your doctor.

  9. Do the DNA test.

  10. Budget: Plan to afford the feeding, exercising, and dressing of you.

  11. Get eight hours of sleep nightly.

  12. Eat breakfast.

  13. Self-medicate with art: Quash boredom and anxiety.

  14. Consider surgery.

  15. Keep a food diary and a body journal.

  16. Add a second exercise three times a week.

  17. Drink eight glasses of water daily.

  18. Eat sitting down.

  19. Eat slowly.

  20. Find a snack you like that likes you.

  21. Access the power of quick fixes: poems, fingernail polish, and waxing.

  22. Add a Zen exercise: hooping, water jogging, watsu, and yoga.

  23. Don’t be afraid to look cheap—in restaurants.

  24. Manage portion sizes.

  25. Eat every three hours.

  26. Savor HOT and COLD, the power of herbal teas and flavored ice cubes.

  27. Don’t initiate change you can’t stick with for five years.

  28. Find and create DNA-based go-to meals: a homemade and healthy house specialty AND a healthy and palatable frozen dinner.

  29. Use consultants: trainers, masseuses, nutrionists, and priests.

  30. Massage your own feet.

  31. Drink cautiously: no juice, no soft drinks, no food coloring, no corn syrup, no fake sugar; examine alcohol and caffeine intake.

  32. Bathe to calm or bathe to excite: recipes for baths.

  33. Invent DNA-based care packages that work for you and yours.

  34. Don’t stay off the wagon when you fall off the wagon—and you will fall off the wagon.

  35. Get therapy.

  36. Create your own spa day.

  37. Get better hair.

  38. Fake it till you make it: fine foundations and wide smiles.

  39. Update beauty rituals and tools.

  40. Shop for your future self.

  41. Take ONE bite of anything and never more than TWO bites of anything decadent.

  42. Uni up: get yourself a uniform, for day and for night.

  43. Front-load: Eat before you go to parties; drink water before meals.

  44. Draw a map of your body.

  45. Update your goals.

  46. Create your own spa week.

  47. Get better hair down there.

  48. Seize the proper props: scarves, shoes, purses, sunglasses, and respect.

  49. Don’t stop short of your goal.

  50. Celebrate dappled beauty daily: the power of the imperfect and good-enough.

  51. Cultivate new interests.

  52. Make a health and beauty calendar.

  53. Do it for you.

  Blessings,

  Ada

  P.S. You may want send off for the DNA test before you even start reading, so it is there when you finish. And make an appointment to see your internist. Or stop in at a doc-in-a-box. Nobody should start a diet or exercise plan without seeing a doctor first.

  P.P.S. Home Training is coming. It just didn’t come first.

  1

  DON’T KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN DOING

  ADA DEPARTED THE island of fat as she arrived: with little fanfare and for her very own reasons. Edited, she was still luscious. Thin again is not simply thin.

  The journey had begun in the usual way. She was approaching a twenty-fifth college reunion, where she would see the man who got away, a man Ada hadn’t seen in twenty years.

  If that had been all, she might have dieted for a week, then figured out a reason not to go to the reunion. She did not wish to show herself to that particular man a hundred pounds heavier than she had been when they were in love. But that was not all.

  She coveted, wanted back, her young brown body, and she mistook that for wanting back her young brown beau. It was a serendipitous mistake, and she went with it.

  She began a diet and made an appointment to discuss gastric bypass. She liked backup plans. She didn’t exactly want to go under the knife. But truth be told, she wasn’t completely repulsed by the idea of being passively sculpted into someone more acceptable. All her other necessary conformity had been achieved by too much hard work.

  She had thought she was too tired and too old for hard work. But the invitation had arrived, bringing with it a renewed willingness to go for it, even if she didn’t get it, be it a smaller size or a new man.

  It startled her to discover hidden within her half-century heart a spirit of conquest. She did not numb herself to that spirit’s flutterings. She embraced them. They were all she had to embrace.

  Lucius was gone. Lucius was always gone. Lucius was her husband, and he lived at work. If Lucius had been present, she might have embraced him. But he was not. Ada was lonely.

  To be different, she had to do different. She knew this. So many times she had warned her daughters, “Crazy means keep doing what you’ve been doing and expect a different result.”

  She wasn’t crazy. She was ready to work. She called the number in the bariatric surgery ad. She punched in the digits, hoping that she wouldn’t need surgery, but wanting to be prepared if the pounds proved unmovable. She left her name and address on a recorder with a request for brochures.

  She would be fit and fifty. She would not succumb to mammydom, or mommydom, or husband-come-undonedom. She would have change.

  And she would have it in a relative hurry.

  The day she committed herself to her goal was in every sense an ordinary day. Just as on every other weekday, she read her mail late in the afternoon, when she first came in from work. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, this meant when she came in from KidPlay, the day-care center where she was founder, director, and chief baby changer. Tuesday and Friday, this meant when she came in from tending her increasingly helpless parents. She liked to face the mail before she showered off the germs and finger paint of small children, and the drool and piss of old people.

  Most of the mail was bills and pleadings and invitations. She liked to read the bills and begging letters with her out-in-the-world armor on, gray Juicy sweats and a Burberry raincoat. By the time she got to the invitations, her coat was off, she had washed her hands, and she had a sip of cola in her mouth. The trials of her day were over. Tribulations would come again with the sun, but well-earned rest came with the dark. She usually saved the most promising envelope for last. This day, that was a thick navy envelope edged in silver. The colors of her alma mater. Hampton. She tore open the envelope carefully, over-washed hands wielding a tarnished silver knife.

  First the announcement of the reunion, then more. With a long, bold stroke, the chairman of the reunion had struck out his typed name and written, in royal blue ink, “Honey Babe” and “It’s been too long.”

  Half an hour later, as the shower water sprayed down on her shoulders, she
replayed the moment of opening the letter, seeing then decoding the scrawl over and over again: “Honey Babe, it’s been too long.”

  The words had tickled. Matt Mason didn’t talk like that. But he had. Now. After twenty-odd years, a pen-on-paper wink. And it came from her first love. It came from the first man she had shown her body to. A sound between a chuckle and a giggle, a sound she had not made in a decade, had percolated up from her bronze throat and out her plum lips. That gut laugh emboldened her. She laughed again in the shower, remembering.

  The shower ended. Old age was coming. Night was coming first. She stood naked before the full-length bathroom mirror. She gazed at the ass in the glass. She didn’t want the body she saw.

  This body was largely unknown to her. She had never pushed this body to its limits of exertion or its limits of pleasure. She had rarely looked at it. She shivered at the unfamiliarity of her own fat, flesh, and skin.

  She had twelve months to get a body she might want to see, want to know, want to show, want to share. Time enough.

  She took the first steps as many take them—with high hopes. At the outset of a journey, there is nothing unusual about high hopes. The unusual would come later, after she stayed on the path long enough to discover, when she had walked it to its end, when she wore single-digit sizes again, that journey’s end was nowhere near where she thought it would be.

  The day she set out, she felt virtuous. There was no one to warn Ada Howard, First Lady of the Full Love Gospel Tabernacle, wife of Preach (otherwise known as Lucius Howard), mother of the twins, Naomi and Ruth, and ninth-generation Nashvillian, that the path she was walking was more dangerous than she could have imagined when she cracked the spine of her new Moleskine journal and wrote, “My Diet Book.”

  2

  MAKE A PLAN: SET CLEAR, MULTIPLE, AND CHANGING GOALS

  AFTER THE WORDS “My Diet Book,” she wrote: “Rule 1: Don’t keep doing what you’ve always been doing.” Then she wrote: “Rule 2: Make a plan.” Her immediate plan was to weigh less than 200 pounds. She didn’t know how much she weighed, but pushing on the seams of her size 3X sweats, she knew it was something way over 200.