How can it be so enjoyable to do something so naughtly like eating an entire cake yourself in the course of 3 days? Don't judge me because I'm doing it for good reasons 1. It was in the freezer and we have to eat everything out of the freezer within the next four days or throw it out 2. No one else in my house will eat it as much as I've tried to pursued Queenie to try it 3. It't so freaking yummy that I can't stop!
I went to the gym today and worked out for 40 minutes, so I'm allowed a piece of cake, right? Or maybe two. And if I'm going to eat two I might as well finish it off, right?
Okay, maybe not. The spread of my thighs lately is a bit worrying, to say the least. Some people during pregnancy might say, "Thigh, meet other thigh" but I am on the verge of saying, "Knee, meet other knee". Okay, okay, it hasn't gotten that bad, but there is rubbing between skins in the lower thigh region that have never seen friction together before. And if I'm not careful.....
But who am I kidding? The peer pressure I will soon be feeling from all the beautiful French ladies will probably be quite enough to make me shape up. Plus, we will be walking a bit more, exploring the new city, Queenie and I, which will be fun and since I have very little confidence in my French speaking abilties any eating that we do out will be picnic style, which will be much healthier than pan du chocolate...or any other french treat that may catch my pregnant attention! Plus we are putting a gym into the spare room. Our own gym! I'm actually excited about that. Yes, I'm one of those freaks who likes to work out. But thank goodness since I also like to eat...as I think you now know!
The peer pressure of the beautiful French ladies walking down snowy Toulouse in their high-inch heeled boots just a few weeks ago as we searched for apartments was enough for me to start wearing make-up and doing my hair again, so the pressure of being fit is not really a joke. Believe me, American ladies, there are no sweatshirts or ragged jeans on the streets here. Not even in the grocery stores. And ....am I getting off topic again? I was talking about cake, wasn't I? Well, at any rate, I'm pretty sure French women don't eat cake. Spanish women eat it every once in awhile, in very controlled portions, but French women? No way! There's just no way they can all be that skinny and still eat cake. So here's to my last four days in Spain. My last four days eating cake before things get serious. My last four days of loving what I shouldn't!