Cast Blog: #RHONY

Unleash Your Skinnygirl

Ramona on Her Divorce From Mario

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Heather Says That's a Wrap

Sonja: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously

The Countess: Sonja and I Are on the Outs

Aviva Says Bye for Now

Kristen on Surviving Her First Season

LuAnn: For Ramona Ignorance Is Bliss

Who Cares How Carole Wrote Her Book?

Carole on Stupid Things You've Heard on Bravo

Aviva's "Foul Ignorance"

Kristen: Ramona's Out of Touch with Reality

Sonja Is Very Private

Ramona on the Grueling Reunion

LuAnn: Sonja Is Off the Rails

Heather: Et tu Ramona Singer?

Aviva on Kristen's "Gatemouth" Look

Kristen: Sonja Could Be Successful

Sonja's Glad Aviva Threw Her Leg

Carole: Waiter, We're Done

Ramona: Aviva's Leg Scared All of Us

Heather Focuses on What Matters

LuAnn: Sonja Only Has Herself to Blame

What Else Does Aviva Have in That Bag?

Aviva: Leggy Blonde

God Gave me a Great Ass and His Approval

Sonja on Her Harry Situation with LuAnn

Ramona: Where Did the Time Go With Avery?

Heather Tips to Plan a Party for Carole

Aviva Rises Above the Nonsense

Love Kristen Tender

Sonja and Harry Aren't Good for Each Other

Ramona: Mario's Voice Is So Sexy

Aviva Defends Her Asthma

Heather's Sasha Fierce Moment

Nothing Is Too Romantic for Sonja

LuAnn: I Sing When I Feel Like Singing

Kristen: This Show Has Helped My Marriage

Carole: Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies. . .

Ramona: Just Don't Ask Me to Go Every Year

Unleash Your Skinnygirl

Want to free yourself from a lifetime of dieting? Bethenny Frankel will teach you how!

Naturally Thin: Unleash Your Skinnygirl and Free Yourself From a Lifetime of Dieting personifies me. It is straightforward, a bit cheeky and not obsessive (well at least not about dieting).

Growing up in an extremely dysfunctional and toxic series of households bred me for an obsession with food and diet and weight. I was in an obesity clinic in third grade because I was slightly chubby. I was on every single diet known to man from that age until about 33 years of age. I would live on grapefruits or low carbs or no carbs or do the flight attendants' (then politically incorrectly called stewardess' diet), the cabbage soup diet and the list goes on and on.

Dates, holidays and vacations were terrifying ideas because I really didn't know how to manage or if I would be able to maintain my rigid ideal of consuming few calories, little to no fats and for no one to realize what I was doing.

I was never morbidly obese because I would diet like a psychopath, break a diet, binge then vow to not eat and "be good" for ever. Dates, holidays and vacations were terrifying ideas because I really didn't know how to manage or if I would be able to maintain my rigid ideal of consuming few calories, little to no fats and for no one to realize what I was doing.

Most times, I was "good" but then hell would break loose and I would lose control. Exercise was equally as obsessive. Spinning, stepping, rollerblading the globe, speed-walking, hiking. None of this was pleasurable then.It was for the goal: lose weight. be thin. Weigh less.

If you ever saw the movie Network, there is a scene where the main character hits the wall going 90, and screams from the rooftops "I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore." Well, that was what unintentionally happened to me.

It was for the goal: lose weight. be thin. Weigh less.

I was going to Italy, I had been given many restaurant recommendations. Past trips had consisted of eating the vegetable antipasto, not drinking and eating salads. Then the last day, I would stuff my face with gelato or paella or whatever because I knew I would be "good" once I got home. I would torture Europeans for whole grain bread, low fat milk, artificial sweetener. The idea of cream made me panic. Regular sugar? Sacre bleu!

Well this trip was going to be different. I am a chef. I want to live. I want to eat. How can pasta be the devil? And there began all the principals of Naturally Thin. Your diet is a bank account was born. I would eat all that Italy had to offer, but when I indulged, then I would balance with something healthy.

I would downsize portions by indeed having a small full fat cappuccino and a croissant unlike the massive lattes and giant fat free muffins we Americans find normal.

I mean how idiotic is it to binge on pieces of cake and worry about 16 calories of sugar?

I would eat real sugar and let the poor Italian server live another day without obsessing over Equal.I mean how idiotic is it to binge on pieces of cake and worry about 16 calories of sugar? It makes no sense.

The rule get real was born because we Americans are completely absurd. We eat foods with ingredients we can't pronounce. How stupid have we become to think that watermelon is bad and a low carb manufactured protein bar is good?

Taste everything. Eat nothing was born because we should be able to eat the foods we love in small quantities and participate. We should go on dates and be free and fun and flirty and have a cocktail.


We should have a "food voice" rather than this obsessive "food noise" that is constantly chattering. We need to eat for our lives, our ethnic backgrounds, our financial means, our marriages, our proclivity to sweets versus salty or the opposite.


At a party, if I see a good looking man, I don't walk up and propose. I make a plan. Well, the same goes for our eating.

There is so much more to come. Buy the book. It is so stupid it is smart. It will change your life. Unleash your skinnygirl! You deserve it.

Check out the excerpt here, and then buy the book at the Bravo Shop!

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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