While award-winning food critic Sheila Himmel reviewed exotic cuisines from bistro to brasserie, her daughter, Lisa, was at home starving herself. Before Sheila fully grasped what was happening, her fourteen-year-old with a thirst for life and a palate for the flavors of Vietnam and Afghanistan was replaced by a weight-obsessed, antisocial, hundred-pound nineteen-year-old. From anorexia to bulimia and back again — many times — the Himmels feared for Lisa’s life.
The dialogue between Sheila and her daughter gives the book a special power. What could Lisa be thinking? Lisa tells us.
“Once, as a peace offering to my parents after we’d gotten in a huge fight, I baked a cake from scratch and spelled out ‘I’m sorry’ on the frosting with chocolate and butterscotch chips. My parents never saw it. I tried a little corner piece, just as a taste, but then the surge of adrenaline passed through my body and a little turned into more, which became me taking a fork and diving right in.”
I’ve known Sheila for 35 years. We worked together in my first job out of college and then at the Mercury News. I was at her wedding to Ned. I’ve seen Lisa exercising at the Y.
My daughter, who had many anorexic friends in middle and high school, bought Hungry for me and wrote a note: “Wow!“