Part IV.
Where did we leave off…
I just got the Fab Four tucked in and I wish I had some right now!
Oh, that’s right.  
We left off on “chemicals”.  
We’ve talked about what the Parisienne’s don’t eat, now let’s talk about what they do and how they do (and don’t) do it.
Here’s a few more hints…


  • Les Parisienne’s also, as mentioned in a comment – take the TIME to eat.  When you stand up to eat, YOU EAT MORE.
  • They employ the fork and knife.  Finger food, aside from asparagus spears is hardly acceptable.  Use silverware this week.  You’ll slow down.   You’ll notice when you are full.
  • They eat good food and eat it often, just less of it.  As noted in the last post – they enjoy wonderful food, thus eliminating the need for binging.
  • Lots of veggies and lot’s of exterior aisle food (also talked about the other day).  Shopping along the edge of the store means you are buying products, meat and dairy.  Things you need to make recipes.


Many of you have mentioned Mireille Guiliano’s books and you are right, they are so wonderful!  The first time I read French Women Don’t Get Fat you probably heard me screaming, “Oui! Oui! Oui!” – it’s just so good.  It’s what American women NEEDED to hear.
If you haven’t read them – you HAVE to read her books.  Plus, if you have always wanted to try cooking French inspired food, they are a WONDERFUL way to get your feet wet.  Many of the recipes will become instant favorites for you and your family.  (We are trying to book an interview with Mireille for the magazine… insert giddy giggle!)
If you read her second book, A French Woman for all Seasons you probably noticed her suggested seasonal menus.  Take note to the portion size.
I don’t know what it is, or how they do it but our Parisienne sisters control their portions in a way we can hardly wrap our heads around.  I bet in many cases they eat HALF the amount we do – or less.  I am not talking about stupid Hollyweird calorie counting… who wants to walk around looking like a death camp survivor.  Hollyweird’s obsession with looking skeletal and pre-pubescent is just gross.   I am not talking about wasting away… I am just talking about SLASHING our portion size.  
And oh, my gosh, it’s so hard.
It’s like it’s hardwired into our brains how MUCH to eat, and hardwired into their brains how little to eat.  And every time I think I am going to “out portion control” a French person (when we are dining together with friends) – they STILL eat less than I do.  Grrrrrr…..
Again, some of it has got to be that pressure their culture keeps on them.  Around here, now come on, you know you’ve thought this…  you pack on a few pounds and you think, “Well, at least I am not as big as so and so.”  Most of us have a heavier co-worker or someone we could go stand next to to feel momentarily good about ourselves (sick I know, but keep it real, we’ve all done it).   But what dread to pack on a few and have a whole Metro car of skinny minnie’s to stand next to all the way from Châtelet to Luxembourg. 
Here’s a tiny glimpse of what we have eaten around here this week…
Plain yogurt (full fat!) with organic strawberries and honey.
Pea Soup with a drizzle of heavy cream.  Y-U-M.
Cantaloupe wrapped with Prosciutto.  Double Yum.
Goat cheese, one egg omelette’s with side salad – and of course, my addiction.
So, let’s get out our pom pons and ra-ra for each other!
(And this is the only time you will read me using this horrid expression but…)
We can eat less.  
We can eat ONE slice of bread and not shove the entire baguette down our throats.
We CAN slow down and eat our pizza with a knife and fork.
We can actually take the time to chew our food.
We can stop after those first few bites and
 see if we REALLY want more.  
We can.  We can.  We can.
But we’ll all hit a bump in the road.
Some sudden, freakish urge to hit a Diary Queen this summer when it’s 99 degrees out.
The demon of PMS that convince us we need a pizza at 10:30 some Friday night.
A party with bowls of M n M’s on every coffee table…
No matter how motivated and “changed” we are, we are a product of our environment… we ARE NOT Parisiennes…
Which is why you have to work out LIKE AN AMERICAN!
So, put down that glass of wine and lace up your shoes girls!
Stay tuned…
Google Images:  French Women don’t get Fat
MnM’s & Turbo Jam