I was excited about my new adventure, as I have wanted to move to France since I went to university here many moons ago, but I was scared and I missed my boyfriend, friends and my source of income. So, I was brave and didn't cry (most of the time.) But I also couldn't really invest in my life here because I kept thinking, "What's the point?" I knew I would just have to move back to LA sooner or later and go back to my real life with SwimSwim and our future marriage, starting a family, etc. Consequently, I was just sort of floating...
But I lived with a French couple who spoke French to me 24/7, who served me French food and watched French tv. I drove a French car which I had to put gas into at French gas stations (I'll save my first fueling experience for another post.) I went on French job interviews at French companies conducted in French (and once in Russian - another post, I swear.) I paid for things with Euros and even found myself dreaming in French and speaking French with the dog, Petit Con.
Then one day, I went into my French bathroom and got on my French scale. Even though it was in kilos (which always makes you feel skinnier,) I was in shock. I had gone from 90 to 60 kilos in what seemed like no time! Three months? Six months? I can't really remember now. What's funny is that I didn't feel any different. I didn't feel like I looked any different. But then, all of a sudden, my clothes didn't fit anymore between months 6-12, I dropped a butt-load of dress sizes. I went from a 14 to a 2. I'm 5'9". That's a big change.
We get questions here at the FSE all the time about the portion sizes, the amount of exercises, the vegetable quotient, etc. I'm going to try to take this week to address some of those questions. Feel free to remind me in the comments section whatever it is that you're dying to know.
So, how is now, being back in France? Minus the broken shoulder and internet issues of course...
ReplyDeleteIt's a new year, new possibilities, new goals. The sun has been shining the last 3 days which has been nice as it rained every day so far this year. For the moment I need to make the most of this feeling of motivation and can-do mentality, because we all know how freaking lazy I am!
ReplyDeleteHow's your new years coming along so far?
I just wanted to pop in and say how much I enjoy this blog. At first, I read it as a fly on the wall, as in "that's great for them, but I would never do that. i need to count points/count reps/count etc." But I have slowly shifted...
ReplyDeleteAnd I must tell you, Karen and Shaboom, I'm trying. I really am. I'm trying to listen to my stomach and only eat when I truly am hungry. I'm trying to TASTE my food instead of eat the entire portion mindlessly. Of course, I need a LOT of practice, but baby steps.
Thank you.
Karen, I'm so glad you're giving it a go. It's so hard to stop the counting at first. Especially if you've been doing it as long as I have. But one morning you wake up and realize you haven't counted a calorie in a very long time.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for popping in!
xoxox
Karen
You and Karen have made a wonderful combination in this blogging story. And you are testimony to the power of joy and self-control (by controlling your portions and stopping when full).
ReplyDeleteAbundant life doesn't mean an over-abundance of things, including food.
I think of the two of you often and how neat it is. Even if I do want to see more vegetables!
Today for lunch I had mixed greens with berries and apricot dressing and a whole wheat bagel. It was delightful!