Jet Blog

Rather than write my blog I lazed away the eight hour flight from Paris to JFK watching movies, needle pointing and eating the business class fare that is much too decedent.  I whiled away my flight from NY to RDU needlepointing as if I did not have a care in the world.  Vacation had definitely gotten hold of me.  I looked at my swollen ankles and realized how quickly rich living catches up with me.

The first few days I was away I was fairly good about living a disciplined life, then tea happened.  Then that thing on vacation where you discuss the next meal while you are eating the first started happening, then came Paris.  Macaroons seemed to have taken over the city.  I have tried to make them at home and failed epically so I have a great appreciation for the patisserie that can bake them with such success, therefore I had to have one almost everyday.

I did walk and walk, but since I already do that at home the walking was not negating the eating that was happening.  I used French bread to sop up the leek sauce in my escargot.  Hey, I can’t do that at home, thank god.  I ate chocolate mouse, but it was a shared portion, no excuse.   I even spread that perfect French butter on bread.  Sacra Bleu!

Tomorrow I will pay the piper and probably break down crying when I get on the scale.  I know that my body is ready for vacation eating to be over because I just ran over to the Harris Teeter in my jet lagged state and I only bought five different kinds of fruit and skim milk.

Goodbye to the good life.  One week a year is enough.  Hello to reality, treadmill, salad eating.  I purposely kept my regular trainer appointment for first thing tomorrow morning.  I wonder if I have to get out my fat yoga pants?