Ahh...Paris, you are my favorite city of all. Oui je t'aime. You shine brightly above all others, with your amazing history, architecture, fabulous museums, culture, music, world class shopping, the je ne sais pas of the Parians and of course, your bewitching food.
A year with you and this food have left me spent, beaten, as I surrendered to your wicked powers as you lured me with your evil....calories!
Leaving you was not easy but leaving your splendid nourishment was definitely the best move for my ever growing girth and tightening clothes. The recovery now starts. This recovery has not only been emotional and psychological but physical as I try to shed the obvious evidence you have left on my corpulent frame. It did not take long for your vicious regimen to attack me, but I know it will take longer for me to find my previous shape and health. Who dared say "French Women Do Not Get Fat!?" This half French woman certainly made an unconscious valiant attempt to disprove this!
