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.

The day is unusually warm and spring like for the rotten month of November.

Great excuse (as if I needed one) to haul my gelato buddy out for a final golden days of fall gelato.

Il Gelatiere on Mount Pleasant Avenue is deee-licious and feels like a little taste of Italy. The fact that all the servers are Italian and charming doesn’t hurt either. Last time we were served I could swear that the gorgeous young server with the dark liquid eyes was being extra attentive to my gelato buddy and I . Unfortunately my friend had to point out that we probably reminded him of his mother.

Damn.

At least there is always gelato.