This morning I resolved to start a new walking routine and stroll away my thighs. What’s a girl to do, however, when she encounters a French bakery and the smell of fresh baguettes and pain au chocolat beckons?

There is nothing wrong with fruit, and I enjoy a tasty stir fry or crunchy salad every now and then but when faced with the choice between a crusty baguette or a cantaloupe, there is no comparison. Anyone who opts for the fruit and says that is their preference, well they’re just a big fat liar. Strike that, they are a big skinny liar with abs that probably aren’t hidden in a layer of carb bloat. But at what cost, this skinniness when there are crusty baguettes and croissants to devour?

I am not that strong.

Discipline, thy name is bitch.

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