JUDY MAZEL’S BEVERLY HILLS DIET: HER PATIENT’S CASE HISTORIES

My clients number almost as many males as females and run the gamut from teens to oldsters, from the obese to the slim maintainer, from the high-powered executive to film stars to housewives. Successful skinnies often reappear simply to lock back into that special support system the Beverly Hills Diet

affords, to sing their new bodies' and, in tandem, my diet's praises.

"My energy has changed. There's no doubt about it." "As a thin person, I'm filled with self-respect and pride." "I've learned to rejoice in food and stay skinny." "I did it, and I'm totally in love with myself."

If you agree never to starve yourself and to stop thinking of potatoes and pasta as fattening, if going out of your way to find the ripest pineapples doesn't disturb you, if lobster and butter are more exciting than chicken without skin, if corn on the cob and artichokes have more appeal than cottage cheese and tomato slices, if popcorn sounds like more fun than carrot sticks, then the Beverly Hills Diet can work for you, too.

"I ordered pasta in a restaurant without guilt or shame. I ate as much as I wanted, and I didn't even have to sneak off of somebody else's plate." "My mother walked in and was horrified. . . . She asked me what I was doing. Tm eating my dinner,' I smugly replied. Tm allowed one pint of Haagen-Dazs ice cream.'"

You will learn that blowing it is a thing of the past because there is nothing out there you can't have. The trick is learning how and when to eat it and what to do to compensate for it. What to do to counter its effects, to make it digestible and thus nonfattening.

I ate pizza and lived," exulted director John Calendo. "I had just finished the six-week Judy Mazel program, lost thirty-three pounds, and, frankly, looked better and felt better than I did in college. But then I had to go back to Chicago and direct my first play. I would be far from Judy's weekly menus, a bom-again virgin stomach in a city where I would be prey to a gang of stocky, heavy-duty, deep-dish, Chicago-style pizzas. In L.A., I had even looked forward to watermelons, civilly eating them with a knife and fork, singling out the seeds as if they were gourmet delights! But those pizzas had come to symbolize Chicago and a period in my life that was as warm as the neighborhood restaurant where I ate them. Every fifth day in Chicago I would slowly, decorously and totally consume a large sausage, mushroom, double cheeze pizza. I didn't gain one pound. Thank you, Judy."

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