I work out!
(Sometimes I feel like I could write pop songs. Ten words max, right? But it’s so catchy. I not-so-secretly love it.)
In France, I ran twice. Four months, two runs, and I lost weight (five pounds, but who’s counting?). Plus, I discovered a love of butter, mayonaise, sour cream, and nutella. I replaced my morning oatmeal and apple with nutella and toast, my mid-day salad with a three course meal, and my griled chicken dinner with cheesy pasta (and chocolate, bien sûr).
I don’t know how I stayed thin! I think that the French put something in their water. Or maybe it’s the 45 minutes I had to walk to get to University every day. They’re both possible.
However, now I’m back in the States and walking is not an option (unless I want to resemble the armadillos littering the streets, and that’s just Kate Moss Thin), yet I’ve retained my love of all things “unhealthy.”
What’s a girl to do? Stop eating ice cream? Heavens no!
Enter: the workout schedule.
Let’s do this.