Yesterday I fancied myself European.

I sat on the sidewalk for much longer than I actually needed to eat burger and salad. And I wrote (if you look closely I'm actually blogging). And marveled at the cool October air. I should have been at the gym, but I thought French Women Don't Get Fat nor will I, not today anyway. Plus, I felt really good about choosing salad and getting my veggies as opposed to inhaling a plate of french fries. Small victories. Small, small victories.