I gained 10 pounds since moving to France this year (Freshman 15 -> French 15?). As much as I can blame the buttery croissants and odd work hours (night meetings with the US), it still doesn’t change the fact that I was getting out of shape. When forming goals for 2016, “exercise 3x/week” was one of my top ones. I was doing well for a couple of weeks, but soon my social calendar became full with dinners, happy hours, and meet-ups. It was easy to tell myself, “I’ll just run extra hard tomorrow” then end up skipping again.
Woooo. It’s SO nice to be back home 🙂 in Paris. Ty and I had a relaxing week together after being apart for a month. He left for another business trip this morning as I went off to play with color with my girlfriends.
Ty’s mom asked to see the nearby park, so here it is. We’ll have to show you what it’s like in the spring.
Living in Paris is like being on a perpetual vacation. Every weekend is a new adventure. I’m 3 weeks in and still wake up happily every morning thinking, “I’m in Paris. I’m in Paris!!” Not sure when the stars in my eyes will fade away, but I’m soaking up every minute of it.