I apologise, Dear Reader, for my delay in returning to my blog. I was a little afraid that after a week away from the Barre that I may have lost all that I had gained and, somewhat more ominously, regained all that I had lost. I am happy to report that neither in fact happened! Stretchy Friday did not find me as inelastic as a really inelastic thing. And I did not cry at all during or after my first Barre class proper on Saturday (regardless of Bonita's best intentions of punishing all who go on holidays). The scales did not groan or gasp despite the prodigious amount of carbohydrates I consumed (sourdough.... pasta.... icecream.... well anyway you get the picture).
So now I am officially back on track for the sprint through Paris. No more lapses! No more victim mentality towards lovely baked potatoes. I am stronger than baked potatoes. I am woman! Hear me Baaaaarrre! Oh wait that's a terrible slogan. Scratch that.
Lunch today - variation on tuna and white bean salad, I added some sicilian olives. Lovely!
Ciao for now!
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