I Lost 5 Pounds

But it's probably all water.

In any case, I'm feeling good enough about it that I wore a skirt today. I NEVER wear skirts. I think the last time I wore this was at my grandma's funeral.

But, I've been eating like a French woman for about a month now and after all of our July house guests left, I did a 2 day leek soup thing recommended by Mirielle Guiliano in her book "French Women Don't Get Fat". And she recommends it as a way to kind of "jump" start your newlife style, although I did it a month later. I got terribly sick of leeks, but it was nice to feel "bien dans sa peu" (comfortable in my own skin) this morning and I still feel inspired about this.

So inspired that last night I realized I'm liking my own life more than other people's at the moment. Which isn't to say I've ever wanted to be someone else, I haven't. But, I suffer at times from insomnia and so I have this habit of imaging myself in other places, events, adventures as a way of telling myself a bedtime story at night before I go to sleep. It helps me to sleep and I think it also helps me to have better dreams since I'm prone to nightmares too. But in any case, I discovered last night as I was drifting off that my mind kept wandering from the story I was trying to make up and instead I kept thinking about my own adventure. About things I've done recently that I enjoyed and about short term plans I have that I'm excited about.

And that's kind of different for me. But I like it, and ultimately it fits in with the books I've been reading about how the French eat. And it's not just about portion sizes and ingredients, although those things do play a part. It's about slowing down and enjoying the meal and enjoying the company and environment as much as the food itself. It's about having a joie de vivre and making the most of daily moments.

I'm thinking this is pretty cool at the moment.