Foodie in Paris
I’m a foodie. I love to eat food, look at food, take pictures of food (yep, sorry, I’m one of those people), read about food, search food reviews and scroll through my Pinterest feed when I’m not eating. If a girl’s night out is planned, no matter if I’ve been to the restaurant before or not, my friends know to ask me whats good on the menu. They know that prior to our night out, I will have already spent time studying the menu and probably sent a picture text or two of a menu item that looks amazing. So needless to say, my recent trip to Paris was really just an excuse to go somewhere beautiful and eat whatever and whenever I wanted. I’m not ashamed to admit that on my trip to such a historic city, I actually never set foot in a museum but you can bet that I did step a foot, many times in fact, in what felt like every patisserie within a 5 mile radius of our apartment. I think the only goals of my trip were to explore the city, to appreciate the freedom of a vacation without kids, to try anything that looked appealing and of course, to find the best croissant in the city. Rest assured, I completed my goal with gusto. If you’re ever in Paris, let me know and I will lead you to the best croissant and macaron you’ve ever tasted.
It was a fantastic trip. The weather ended up being beautiful most days, even though rain had been frequently predicted. We walked 12-14 miles a day and so somehow I think we managed to burn off all those indulgences each day. And while there was something absolutely amazing about the freedom, the time for myself, the beautiful city and the rare experience of craving an eclair at 10am and walking into a shop and going for it, there was still a part of me that was ready to go back to “my normal” after the trip. For as much as I enjoyed every bite of what I ate, I could feel the difference in how those foods made me feel compared to my normal, cleaner diet.
I don’t regret any part of my trip, the experiences we had or the delicious food I ate, but after a week of that, I was ready to be back home with the boys, my routine and my food. The food that not only satisfies my taste buds but that also doesn’t leave me feeling that I have to walk 14 miles to make up for consuming it. The food the nourishes my body in a way that a croissant just can’t.
Cheers to my fellow foodies!