Recently I read the book Get Off Your Ass and Run!: A Tough-Love Running Program for Losing the Excuses and the Weight by Ruth Field aka The Grit Doctor.
I hate this book.
I mean… REALLY REALLY REALLY loathe it.
And I never thought I would publish a review that was this… disappointed and frustrated in something. But it’s come to this.
I mean, when there is a warning on the very first page (literally, right inside the cover) that says you should talk with your doctor before continuing with the book if you have any medical issues, including EATING DISORDERS, that should have been a red-flag.
The author talks as though she doesn’t really like running at all. I don’t care if you hate running… not everybody is going to like running. Guess what? That means that not everybody has to do it! Everybody should do some kind of physical activity to stay healthy, but if you absolutely hate running… you can find something else to do!
I hate the way the author encourages you to berate yourself. Stand in front of a mirror and rip yourself to pieces. Ridicule yourself, call yourself names… she has some deluded notion that all women look in the mirror and think we look amazing and hot. Most of us think the opposite and we need to be encouraged to treat ourselves with more kindness, respect and love. But apparently this author looks in the mirror and thinks “Damn, I’m hot!” even when she should be insulting herself. There’s even a pledge at the beginning of the book for you to sign where you acknowledge you are a FAT ASS.
I know, the book says you’re supposed to have a sense of humor. It says it right on the cover and the author seems to repeat that every few pages. Almost like she’s trying to convince herself that she’s not being rude and insulting to herself, but just being quirky and funny. But it’s not funny or cute. It’s annoying.
I find it weird that she says that your diet plays no role in how fit/fat you are… it’s all in running. “Running is your diet.” She encourages you to not do any other types of activities beyond running. If you get good enough at that, you can add in a “spot of yoga” or a minimal amount of something else, but running is your be-all-end-all fix.
By the time I got to the section about dining/food/kitchen (which I find totally ironic since she insists that stuff doesn’t matter. If that’s the case, why bother writing all that? Why did you throw away all the “bad food” when you moved back in with your mother at the age of 30?), I was so annoyed with the book I couldn’t read it anymore and resorted to skimming.
And there are statements like this, that are just lame:
I realize the author spent time and energy writing this book (while she was pregnant and under doctor’s orders to not run), but I can’t recommend this book… at all. Not even a little bit. The whole thing feels like it’s trying too hard to be witty and fun, while at the same time portraying a message that is completely against everything I stand for.
Oh, and “The Grit Doctor”? That’s her alter-ego that is a total bitch. Almost like, “I’m being completely rude and encouraging you to be rude to yourself, but it’s all this other side. It’s not really ME.” Don’t worry… she owns that The Grit Doctor is a bitch. I’m not being bitchy by calling that out… it’s stated right there in the book.