I’m sensing a theme in the books I’ve been reading, which seem to tilt toward the fluffy, “French women are awesome” kind of books. Don’t know why, exactly, as I am decidedly not French, but fluffy, well, fluffy is relaxing.
Anyhoo, I’ve read Mireille Guiliano’s book, French Women Don’t Get Fat, at least three times in the last 18 months, and finally just went ahead and bought the darn thing (the librarian was all, “dude, just buy the book already, it’s $9.95 in paperback”).
I don’t know what it is about this book and Ms. Guiliano’s “plan” that particularly appeals to me. I’ve never been a diet kind of person, and up until about a year ago (can you say FORTY!), I had a nice, peppy metabolism that allowed me to eat reasonably and not really gain any weight.
Well, that’s all out the window now (can you say FORTY!), and let’s just say, well, weight has been gained, about 10-15 extra pounds of it to be more precise. You know things are bad when I start looking past the fitted suits in the closet and steer more toward comfy (i.e. non-restricting) cardigans. And I am NOT a cardigan-type person. Let’s just say it’s too bad I can’t wear yoga pants to work.
So I am trying to diet without dieting, exercise without exercising. This is an art form that French women seem to have knocked. Maybe, just maybe, I can be French too.