I have a love of food – buying, growing, cooking, eating and serving it. If I had any say in the matter, I’d subsist off a six-course Middle Eastern dinner with falafel, roasted peppers, Lebanese flatbread, lemon-grilled octopus and humus. My gluten-free, primal/paleo eating style may not allow for 3 of those courses, but... My favorite scene in Sophia Coppola’s “Marie Antoinette” was when the teen queen and her gal pals indulged in a private trunk show – shoes, lace fans, her cute pups and tons of mini pastries... What a life! She may have lost her head in the end, but she knew how to live and eat well.
With not even two weeks into the new year and my battle with political stress-belly (I know I’m not the only one suffering from high cortisol levels), I’m a little sensitive to maintaining good eating habits, upping (or quite honestly, resuscitating my workout regime). In an attempt to shift my food mindset, I remembered the sage advice of Mirelle Guilliano, best-selling author of “French Woman’s Don’t Get Fat”. Although I had and continue to have issue with the title (as if!) she understood this foodie/wellness concept well. “French women typically think about good things to eat. American women typically worry about bad things to eat.” Her words, not mine. According to her “French Woman’s Manifesto”, French women and us wanna-bees “eat three meals a day, balance their food, drink, and movement on a week-by-week basis and choose their own indulgences and compensations. They understand that little things count, both additions and subtraction, and that as an adult everyone is the keeper of her own equilibrium”. From a practical and less-nationalistic standpoint, eat smaller portions of more things rather than larger portions of fewer things. How do I say, “Duh!” in French?