This last weekend on Sunday I stepped on the scale after a particularly decadent Saturday night around the coffee table with my daughters and a few of their friends. All I can say is Yikes!!! The last time that I saw those numbers was 18 years ago when I was on my way up and then, 9 months later, down, Jane having arrived into the world. It is definitely the time to get serious. My new program began that very day.
Flash forward to today. I spent the entire day studying and beginning work on my case paper for my course. As all of you former students out there may remember - studying is about the worst activity one can engage in while on a diet. Snacking and studying go together like peanut butter and jelly, or had I better say - like carrot and celery sticks. Anyway, I spent the entire day with organizational psychology in one hand and mineral water and apple slices in the other. I managed to make it through the day without cheating, barely. The moment of truth came late in the afternoon when I chose a run over sneaking a square of dark chocolate. Yes, I know, it is supposed to be healthy but for me right now it is a slippery slope and I need to stay far away from the edge.
So now the cool part. I reminded myself that I do, after all, live in Paris. And no one is going to feel sorry for me having to trudge down the sort of streets I must as I attempt to burn off all that goat cheese I have been consuming lately. I dragged my brebis (sheep cheese) butt down Avenue Breteuil towards the magnificence of Hotel Invalides and then veered left towards the Eiffel Tower and ran along the Champs de Mars in the shade of the stately allees of trees marching along either side. I wonder what all the proper French ladies out strolling the precious little Fee-Fee's as I lumbered past would think of the Jimmy Buffett songs blasting from my iPod?
Paris and Margaritas - another tasty combination but unfortunately NOT on my diet.
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