no guilt in Paris

Garance has a fabulous {old} post on going to the gym -- through the eyes of a gal in Paris.   NOTE: click on "translate" in the upper right corner to see it in English.

This darling blogger was featured in the New York Times.  Add her to my list of "I want to be ...."

My favorite from this post:  
Et attendez, la control freakitude de la recherche de la perfectitude physique ne s’arrête pas là, les calories sont indiquées PARTOUT ! Un cookie, c’est 500 putain de calories !!! Chez Starbucks c’est paranoland. Vous ne voulez pas savoir le nombre de calories d’un Frappucino, je vous assure.

Tout ça, ça n’arriverait jamais à Paris. Enfin, pas dans mon Paris à moi, fait de croissants, de cigarettes et de rien foutage à la terrasse des cafés. Yep, sans même de culpabilité.
OR...
I swear, I know lots who get up at 6 in the morning to go running in their gym! Even I sometimes I think! But I do not because I'm too lazy! MY GYM OPENS AT 5am !!!!!! They are crazy people or something?


And wait, the Control Freak attitude, totally to the pursuit of physical perfectitude does not stop there, calories are listed EVERYWHERE! A cookie is 500 calories whore! Starbucks is paranoland. You do not know how many calories a Frappucino, I assure you.

All this would never happen in Paris. Well, not in my Paris to me, made croissants, cigarettes and anything foutage the terrace cafes. Yep, without guilt.