The French Spring Battle-Cry! That time of the year again when this desperateanglohousewife feels like the poster-girl for too many culinary indulgences over Winter (...autumn, winter, spring, summer, autumn, winter..!) Every magazine, pharmacy window, pop-up and flyer are constantly telling me Mincir, mincir, mincir . It's the annual self-cringe moment when, in France, the gorgeous snake-hipped, unhealthily slim french woman gets, well, even slimmer. It is a dreadful time of the year to live in this country... Instead of telling myself I have an anglo/scottish heritage of tall, big-boned women to blame for my curves, I : 1. Do the French thing of hissing and spitting at myself. 2. Take a "cure" of something with enormous amounts of herbs and plants which renders me utterly loo-bound 3. Stop buying butter! 4. Watch Georgy Girl** for the 100th time and cry into my chardonnay. This year things have to change. Basic logic tells me it is not at 40-something ...
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