A Lighter Note

In an effort to reduce a bit of flab, I've started working out for real again - not that what I was doing before was wishy-washy, per se - as in, sort of taking it seriously. I'm currently thinner than I usually am (as evidenced by the fact that non of my pants fit me), but I've decided I want to be leaner. I mean, I've been doing abs every day and running every other day, but I've decided to step it up a notch to this, my daily workout (in a row, without stoppping. It's pretty good, I think) :

30 elevated pushups
30 squats
30 elevated pushups
30 lunges (each leg)
30 russian twists
30 leg-on-bed crunches
30 leg lifts
30 dive bombers (a.k.a. hindu pushups)
30 cross-leg crunches (right ankle on top of left knee, crunch left elbow towards right knee)
30 candlestick press-up things

Then go running. Two days of sprints a week, one day off.

The thing is, it's never going to work. It's not that I won't follow it - I will - the problem is the food. I eat less food now, but it's also less healthy. It's tough to find healthy food when you don't really have a kitchen (theoretically I do, but I don't like using it) and your host family essentially serves you salt garnished with various things for dinner three times a week. When I eat by myself, I get cheap things - sandwiches, chips, what have you - essentially, I eat far too many carbs, and far too little protein. For example, I bought myself dinner tonight, and it consists of:
One baguette
One small Caprice des Dieux
One pack Salami
One pack Speck
One bag Chips, gout fromage
Two packs of Haribo gummies
One large Leffe

This is not healthy, but it is so delicious. Speaking of delicious, in the French language, thoughts can be delicieux. Metatastual, indeed, when the idea itself is delicious.

Sunday I leave for Corsica. Linzy is apparently the most amazing travel partner in the world, and has already found tons of stuff to do. She called me today to ask if I knew how to ride a horse. Thankfully the answer's yes, so we're going horseback riding on Monday (?), which I'm honestly looking forward to. The weather in Corse isn't much warmer than here, but hopefully I can at least put on my swimsuit and stare at the ocean once or twice.

Linzy's even found restaurants to try; I'm excited at the prospect of Corsican fare. Although to be honest, all I'm imagining (and all I'm hoping for, really) is wild boar and seafood.

I think we leave from Orly at like 7:00AM or something; that should be fun. We also leave from Corsica at something like 7:00AM, which should be even more fun.

Honestly, that's all I can think up right now. I assume I'll have loads to share after we return from our wild Corsican odyssey.