on why the french are so thin, and why i love to eat

i have realized a stark difference between the people of france and the people of america. french people eat real food. americans eat chemicals. the french buy fresh baguettes everyday. americans buy bread that lasts two weeks. the french eat chocolate, fat, sugar, flour. americans eat splenda, olestra, god i dont even know what is in fake flour. if you can't say it, americans probably eat it. i went to the grocery store tonight, as i dont want to waste time while alexis is here with buying groceries. i now understand the work for 'skim,' as in 'skim milk,' but i still prefer to buy the demi-creme, which is probably worse for you than 2%. but it is so delicious. i sit here, eating a bowl of some sort of delicious-ness that is chocolate and vanilla ice cream, but all whippy and full of wonderfulness, washing it down with a nice cold glass of cream. if i ate the fat-free, sugar-free, chemical-filled fake-ness that americans call ice cream, i would probably eat the whole carton, washed down with a couple glasses of skim. but no, here it's a little bowl of pleasure and a small glass of fatty goodness. and this leads me to why french people are thin...they are satisfied. oh my god, i am so satisfied right now. (and no, i am not 300 fucking pounds, either...hahahahah) i ate real cheese and real bread for dinner, with a lovely salad made of real lettuce and topped with real hard boiled eggs and real zucchini. i am being france-centric right now and i dont care. the food here is just simply amazing, even if it comes from cheapo lidl.

on another note, i realized at lidl today that i had only bought liquid fabric softener, and that my last load of laundry was only washed with said product. i figured id be safe and buy the lessive tonight. how dumb am i? adoucissant was written right above the bottle last week. douce means soft. i guess being tall, you never really think of looking above you...