(a) Bagels in America can be enormous (as can everything else), so I'm not as dubious of that calorie count.
(b) Great bagels are a wonderful thing. My best friend's grandfather owned and ran a bagel bakery in Brooklyn and, when we were kids, we used to help him clean up every Friday afternoon before the Sabbath -- and take home all the off-cuts and mis-shapen ones that he couldn't sell. He used to say "a good bagel should be like a meal in itself." I have know idea what he meant, but it stuck with me.
(c) Now I live in the East End of London, and I'm supposed to be able to find great bagels on Brick Lane, but have never been satisfied by the dry, skinny little things they offer up.
Have some respect for the bagels, please.
And, hey, as far as diets and stuff go: whatever works. Atkins schmatkins. If a radical change in diet works for some people and can trigger examination/improvement/empowerment in their eating and maybe even other parts of their lives, then great for them. I hope it lasts for a long time and doesn't become part of an ultimately destructive rollercoaster ride (which is something I have witnessed in my family, who all follow these fads obsessively and yet seem to be as obese, lethargic and unhappy as ever).
I hate fad diets, too, just as much as I hate fad exercise crazes, but take up what interests you and leave the rest for the fad-followers.