A couple of months ago, I realised that I was, well, too fat. After much hesitation (I am extremely good at self-justification), I decided to take action. If it sounds easy, well, be assured that it wasn’t. The rest, as they say, is history: I have lost a stone (YAYYY!). I have blogged about my journey here. To cut a long story short, I discovered that I was addicted to sugar (fruits, cereals, biscuits, bread, chocolate…sounds familiar?). It was coming all the way from my childhood. All my (French) family is addicted to sugar, and doesn’t want to see it. They suffer (in no particular order) from cataract problems, high cholesterol, depression and diabetes…but have never ever changed their diet. Instead, they take various medications. How odd!
I am of course not saying that they would solve their medical issues if they were to cut down on sugar, but, given the way I feel now, I am convinced that it would help. Maybe, after all, being French can give you bad eating habits. Who would have thought?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London