"French diet" is not in the urban dictionary (if it were, it would appear between French dick heads and French dip). A woman wrote a book on the French woman's diet a few years ago and I will take the liberty of using less than 10 words to paraphrase it: Eat what you want and enjoy, but eat less. Also, walk a lot. "Enjoy" is the key word here. The woman who wrote it is French and runs a champagne company—yeah, she knows how to live. The concept of simply practicing portion control and exercising sounds boring. But living the life of a French woman? Now you’re talking. It's more of a lifestyle than a diet and the key is to enjoy one of life's greatest pleasures: food. You don't simply eat; you dine. This is what I have started to do. The Francophile in me likes it, but I also see it as the only possibility. You get to a certain age and, well…. (My aunt told me when I was in my twenties, "Just wait, it will catch up to you." I was probably on my second or third serving of lasagna when she said this, but I believed her to be a big buzzkill at the time.) Every time I hear of a friend trying out another diet, I tune out—or freak out. No carbs: Are you crazy? What about bread and pasta? No dairy: But what about cheese? Cheese! Atkins: Do you really buy into the fact that cutting out broccoli and greens is good for you? I could go on, but I’ve already tuned out my own rant. I’m going French.
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