Still Weight(ing)

Sticking to my dietary guns is torture and goes against everything holy in my little world. Cheese, Cheese, Cheese! I want cheese. The pounds are coming off so slowly I can hardly stand it. ¬†Though I’ve enjoyed the barest shavings of parmesean on a salad, I’ve been strong on my reduction regimen. In a few…

Who Moved My Cheese?

I’ve learned something. The consumption of all my favorite french bites without benefit of daily walks along the Seine is not a good thing. So I have been forced to put myself on a very strict, dare I say un-french regimen. As painful as it will be, it is necessary. Eight weeks since I’ve returned…