From the moment I got off the plane in Paris on October 18th, I ate and ate and ate all of my favorite foods – a sumptuous food fest continued throughout the two weeks I was there including chocolate, crepes, pasteries, and wine. Each morning I awoke to fresh chocolate and butter croissants and cappachino. My lunchtimes consisted of salads, main courses, and of course, desserts. Dinner was the same. Taking our time to enjoy each mouthful without having someone waiting to “turn a table” for a waiting customer expanded each meal to at least two hours. No rush, just sensuous, mouth-watering pleasure.
The surpise was when I got back home to Phoenix, I found I lost weight. Yep, you got it right; I lost weight. ..more than ten pounds and a whole dress size. Not sure how that happened except to say I was in Paris. I wonder if Paris is a state of mind or truly a place that holds magical powers to transform common everyday experiences such as eating into joyful, healing adventures.
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