Day 38 from France: Mon Chien Stupide

Shaboom sends us her update from Paris...

I had a frustrated heart to heart with Obsessed! "I can't do this anymore.  Can you please take out the trash? Why don't we ever go on dates? Have you noticed I'm on strike and that there has been no indoor cardio? Does this gallon of ice-cream make my butt look big?" There was lots of crying. I wonder, does stress burn calories?

I ate a delicious carbonara, drank a litre of water and walked 8 km.

On my way to rehearsal, there were crazy bums on the metro shouting at each other from each their end of the train car.  One was trying to solicit money, the other wanted to be left alone in his drunken stupor and kept telling the solicitor to shut up.  The solicitor did a good job ignoring the drunk at first but let himself get engaged once the drunk hurled incredibly nasty insults at him machine-gun style.

There were lots of train transfers so lots of stairs. Another calorie burner - 2 hours of high energy singing and dancing.

I ate 3 hard candies for my dry throat and drank a 50cl pilsner with a French HR girl afterwards as she helped me with my résumé.  This girl is so nice and so generous with her time.  I don't know why she's helping me.  I think we're going to have to become friends.  Thank you!!

I ate a handfull of pistachios when I got home.

KAREN BACK IN BURBANK IS ALL SORTS OF FABULOUS, PEOPLE.  NOT ONLY IS SHE GETTING FRENCH SKINNY (AND FAST) BUT SHE'S ALSO GETTING GUEST SPOT INVITATIONS!  THIS WEEK SHE WAS INVITED TO WRITE FOR MOUTHY HOUSEWIVES!  CHECK IT OUT BY CLICKING HERE!!!