Oh, that’s for sure, it’s nice to eat whatever you want .

Moreover, in my Feel Good Books and in many magazines I read, I realized it was a bit fashionable to think like that: it’s over plans must rely on his feeling of fullness and enough to eat, that’s all that matters.

Yes, absolutely.

We will say that it is a good start.

It helped me stop feeling guilty for a few months since my “crisis”. It helped me stop feeling guilty, and it really helped me to continue to be unable to close my jeans.

And in fact the problem is that not all equal before the curves. It is not all Crystal Renn, and grow in harmony … It’s a chance that I did not.

[a] dog’s life.

[a] short. June arrived and I was in Paris at Flora, with Sophie. We were

drinking a glass of rosé and I looked chips send each one after the other. She seemed to enjoy, as always. As always, her figure was perfect.

And as always, I told her my life, so my adventures weight.

And I asked him how it was to be as perfectly rolled past 40 years. She explained her thing.

And it did click.

It’s not that his menus inspired me … No, what it told me she had found her way to eat. According to their tastes, desires and even his life. For example they often have lunch at Flore, so she joined their menus in the way of food.

Once she had finished telling me that, she also told me something that made me laugh:
“And of course, you forget until the beginning of the invention of the existence of the word serves . “

The thing impossible for me. No, but because you understand, I have principles, me.

The principles which I hold as hard as iron. Things like:

A breakfast must include butter sandwiches. Real butter, salted. And honey, of course. and bread. Each meal should include bread, my dad taught me by teaching me to set the table. (“Where is the water? And the bread? It is where the bread?”) Life is not worth the trouble of living without a glass of wine and twelve coffees a day. Life is not worth the trouble of living without a snack. A snack is always something you can dip into his tea. Each meal must end not a sweet dessert, otherwise it is not a real meal, so it’s not real life.

Oh, I also have another principle:

Any self-respecting cool chick does not sport, otherwise it is a woodcutter.

We will return.

And yet when Sophie told me about his way of eating simple, common sense has inspired me.

I looked at my “principles” in the eyes, and I thought they were well cons.

On that day, I started changing things.

I started to stop the bread. Not completely. But I’m the type to finish the bread basket arrives before I entered the restaurant … and I eat often in restaurants.
I stopped desserts. Not all desserts. Cakes and ice cream. I wanted to see what it was like a meal that ends without dessert.

Well it’s like bread. At first it’s weird. Then you get used to. Then after, in fact, we forget to look at even the dessert menu.

For a few weeks, that’s all I did. With a few exceptions … Because exceptions are part of life.

I quickly felt the positive effects. And not so much on my line on my relationship with myself. I could eat differently without necessarily being frustrated. Because my “principles” were behind the bad habits which I took refuge, really do not understand why I had to change a system that had worked so far – as chaotic as it is.

And I ended up telling me that if I gained weight, it was a way for my body to tell me he was tired to wipe my excesses. I should have known, that I ate everything I wanted from the beginning. After 30 years it runs out. Metabolism no longer manages both the chocolate cake and we can no longer cooked the mouth as before.

It made me think about my health. Weight gain for me, it’s not just a cosmetic problem or pride or fashion.
There are of type II diabetes in my family. And with my principles to the con to me too, I hung in my face.

Encouraged by my some progress, I read lots of books on nutrition, and applying some new principles that seemed to fit me, I thought my way to feed me.

Neither by dieting. Or counting calories. Or by stopping to eat what I like.

Just my way of harmonizing feed me to my tastes and my lifestyle. And that’s very personal. Nobody else can do for you, and it would not be useful at all I tell you my menus, they do not apply to anyone but me.

It’s been three months since I had this click. Three months is not long, and I am still groping my way to feed me. I change slowly, one thing after another.

I adapt slowly to where I live: If New York is hell at first, they quickly realized they are also delicious products to all corners.
I have a huge Whole Foods (organic supermarket) at the corner of my street and a great Farmer’s Market every other day.

This weekend, locked up at home due to hurricane, I cooked. It’s been months since I did not. I had forgotten how nice it was.

I no longer eat bread in the morning. In any case it is useless to try to eat like a French here, nothing has the same taste. Not even French wine, it is far too sweet … To find a good red wine it must look.

By the way, I still drink a glass of wine a day. One, with some exceptions …

And I lost weight.

I am far from New York Skinny and this was never my goal, but I came back the weight I knew and which I feel myself.

Now my friends ask me to be their coach because I thin them tick … and that makes me roar with laughter.

I?

It’s crazy, I never would have thought her capable of change. And besides I still wonder if I’m not dreaming, having found a semblance of balance is so relaxing that I hope to continue like this all my life.

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But the strangest thing happened to me, I speak to you next time!