Archive for April 24th, 2010

• Day 56: Kristin Davis “Prefers Sweets to Skinny Jeans”

  Date: 2010.04.24 | Category: Uncategorized | Response: 2

  

  She has hips? Where?  Love the rock-hard stomach.  (Even though we know this photo has been majorly PhotoShopped.) Digital fantasy or not,  I want me some and I better have see it after I finish up 365 days of candy.

  Below story from People.com

  If there’s pressure in Hollywood to be stick-thin, Kristin Davis isn’t letting it get to her.

  “I have hips!” the actress, 45, and Fitness magazine bikini cover girl says in the magazine’s May issue. “I’m never going to be the thinnest actress, and I don’t want to be. When you’re at peace with yourself and your body, you’re automatically more confident.”

  But that doesn’t mean the Sex and the City 2 star doesn’t work hard to get toned and fit. Once an avid runner (she used to do seven miles on a beach before suffering ankle injuries), Davis now turns to the elliptical, yoga, Pilates and even some jumping jacks with resistance bands when she’s on the road traveling.

  And when it comes to food, the actress has a few rules she lives by: Keep it healthy (chicken and salmon and side salads) but also indulge once in a while.

  “If all I ate were salads ever day, I’d shoot myself,” she says. “Who cares if you can fit in your skinny jeans if you can’t enjoy life and have something good to eat?”

  For Davis, that includes chocolate – “I especially love M&M’s,” she says – and ice cream.

  “I went through periods when I said I can’t have this, I can’t have that,” she recalls. “Now I don’t deprive myself. Food is meant to be enjoyed.”
  

• Day 56: Alert the Teabaggers! Obama Loves Pie!

  Date: 2010.04.24 | Category: Uncategorized | Response: 0

  

  Paging Sarah Palin!  Is this another sign that we’re headed down the road of radical socialism? Better reload.  Obama, it turns out, loves pie and since there’s a rockin’ pastry chef at La Maison Blanche and he’s got to make sure he doesn’t eat too many.

  Maybe he needs a blog called, A Year Without Pie?

  Here’s the Associated Press story running in all the outlets about PLPOTUS (Pie Loving President of the United States.)

  BURBANK, Calif. — Presidents have had their indulgences – Ronald Reagan loved jellybeans and Bill Clinton binged at McDonald’s. What’s President Barack Obama’s weak spot?

  Pie.

  Obama’s senior adviser, David Axelrod, told Jay Leno Friday that the president was forced to “separate” from the White House pastry chef to break his bad eating habits.

  “One of the things that happened when he came to the White House is they have a very great pastry chef. It became a big problem,” Axelrod confided on “The Tonight Show.”

  The president, he said, “has a weakness for pie.”

  The chunky-built Axelrod might just be needling his boss – Obama lectures him about diet, exercise and his “beer gut.”

  The pie problem didn’t come up earlier this year when the 48-year-old president was declared in excellent health by his doctors. An avid basketball player and golfer, it was said he eats modest portions.

  Axelrod had a different story: He says the president loves cheeseburgers and pie, hardly health food.

  The news wouldn’t be welcomed by first lady Michelle Obama, who’s on a campaign against childhood obesity.

• Day 56: Jean-Marc, My Own “Doubting Thomas”

  Date: 2010.04.24 | Category: Uncategorized | Response: 0

  

  We live in a great little neighborhood in the south of France, in the super-old section of Nice called Vieux Nice, and we all sort of know each other – expats, the locals – after a while we’re all locals.

  People are always crashing chez nous and Jean-Marc, who’s just gotten back from Paris, will be here while I’m off in Singapore for a week.  I didn’t even know he was reading A Year Without Candy until we were sitting out on the terrace today.

  He was telling me he has a sweet tooth, too, which I didn’t realize.  Then he looked at me sharply and asked me to take off my sunglasses and look straight at him. Then he says:

  “Are you really not cheating?  Even a little bit?”

  WTF?

  “No!!!!!”

  I’m really not, even though recently it’s been pretty hard.  As I’ve said before, I’m not one of those people who experienced an instant miracle going off candy and sweets.  Nor did I lose my cravings in the 21 days it allegedly takes to be free of them!

  Some days it’s not too bad not to have any chocolate or ice cream or dessert of any kind – other times it’s very hard.  My taste buds just want sweet things.  It’s what excites them and gets them through this life.  My taste buds are like heat-seeking missiles for sweets.

  Savory food, potato chips – that stuff is fine.  But for me comparing regular food to sweets is like comparing going to the Jersey Shore to going to Turks and Caicos.

  

  Got reservations for Alain Ducasse in Brignoles – which is about 90 miles west of here on the way to Provence? Hey, it’ll be a great meal, guaranteed.  I love it there, the food, the ambiance, everything.  But if there wasn’t anything sweet at the end of the meal?  Feh, I’d rather go to the Dairy Queen for a mint Oreo Blizzard.  I know, why is the fabulous south of France existence wasted on me?  I’m not even a wine lover!

  The very hardest time is when I don’t feel well. Once or twice a year I’m prone to a very bad headache that will make me nauseous if I don’t have the ant-migraine tablet Zomig at the ready. Zomig stops a bad headache or migraine in its tracks.
  

  Last week I had a bad headache and some nausea and even though I popped a Zomig in time, you feel a bit sick all day.  Now the cure for a headache and nausea – the tried and true trick – is a Diet Coke with ice and a chocolate bar, preferably a Hershey bar.  Throughout my life friends have mocked me when I suggested this potent medicine – yet even the most doubting Thomi have tried it and admitted it works.

  I did cave last week and had a Diet Coke with ice when I felt sick but no chocolate.

  I had another weak moment Thursday night after a business meeting in Nice’s city center.  I was walking back to Vieux Nice with my friend Laurent. I began considering buying a can of whipped cream.

  As we walked along the Boulevard Jean Jaures, I tuned Laurent out as I started a series of negotiations in my head.  I’d buy the can and have one bowl of whipped cream and then throw it out.  With me, if I have anything in the house I don’t want to finish eating, I have to soak it in water or bleach or else leave the house and place in an outdoor garbage can.

  I rationalized to myself that whipped cream did not qualify exactly for what I committed to giving up for a year.  I said no candy or desserts. Well, isn’t whipped cream sort of an accessory to a dessert?

  I was very close to buying whipped cream at the Epicerie Centrale. Laurent unwittingly saved me.  He had to buy some wine for a friend he was going to see – so he headed into the store ahead of me.  He doesn’t know about this blog, nor would he care.  But I took it as a sign that he walked ahead of me just enough to reach the store first.

  I turned and went home.

  To a sweet-less night.

  Ce n’est pas facile, cette vie.

  Pauvre moi,