tarte aux pommes

And so I find myself without access to my usual forms of exercise, many of which have gone by the board in recent years anyway.

And if I am to enjoy all the croissants I can lift, followed later in the day by lashings of tarte aux pommes, mousse au chocolat and crepes aux marrons glaces… well I shall have to get off the settee every once in a while.

Otherwise I’ll be turning up at my school reunion (first weekend in August – quelle horreur) as an unrecognisable blob.

This leaves me little choice but to sqeeze into my sports bra and ten-year old trainers to pound the mean streets of Brittany.

I managed to force myself out of bed this morning and had to stop after two minutes of light jogging. I think someone must have moved this bit of Brittany up to the top of a high mountain, as the air is unbreathable.

After just ten minutes I had to walk up the hill back to the house. This is not a good start. I will try again in two days, giving my muscles a chance to recuperate, like those of a top athlete.

Then, perhaps, I will get all the way around my self-appointed route without stopping, wheezing, or expiring.

The alternative, to just “dit non” when offered a delicious treat, is unthinkable.

About Beta Mum

Here you can find the ramblings of a trapeze artist turned journalist who ran away from the circus to join the BBC. Cathy "mine's a Kir Royale" Keir then spent thirteen years working in Jersey, Guernsey and Devon, before downgrading to what you see before you. She has contributed articles to The Guardian, The Stage and Television Today, Junior Magazine and both the BBC and Bad Mothers Club websites. She has two children who think women can’t be prime ministers. She blames herself.
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9 Responses to Jogging

  1. Jen says:

    God, it’s unbearable that we should have to manouevre ourselves into lycra and sports bras just so that we can enjoy a teensy weensy indulgence now and again.

    Whoever invented calories should be shot!

    Sounds as if you’re having a fabbo time though, am most jealous.

  2. What culinary delgihts! We’re planning hols in France in September. I’m dieting like mad now, so I can enjoy feeling slim(mish) for the break – but you’ve reminded me how much temptation lurks across the Channel.

  3. mousse au chocolat and crepes aux marrons glaces..

    You’re making me hungry

  4. Alasdair says:

    Good for you on making the effort … I jogged once, ouch!

    But seriously, with posts like this you’re going to turn me into an unrecognisable blob … creative-type dad’s right, you’re making me hungry too :lol:

  5. Oh no! Don’t do running. Apparently you burn up around 100 calories an hour just sitting ona horse and not actually doing anything particularly active. That – and the care of the mare – is my exercise!

  6. Blimey, not much of a holiday!

  7. Omega Mummy says:

    Read fabulously exciting article about how all these super skinny people are actually made of pure lard – much more than normal humans. They just don’t show it. So you’re much healthier the way you are.

  8. Mopsa says:

    Oh those French patisseries. Thank heavens you don’t get anything as yummy in the UK – we’d all roll down the streets.

  9. Beta Mum says:

    Jen – absolutely no lycra involved. I promise.

    MatL – I’m hoping French calories aren’t as fattening as English ones.

    The 2 hungry dads – bon appetit!

    M&M – If we could figure out a way of earning a living here, we’d try to get a horse. We’d have to rent it out to holidaymakers to buy the oats it needs though.

    SAHD – I don’t do sitting on beaches these days, even if the children would let me for more than five minutes.

    OM – yes, I’ve always thought that if I were naturally skinny I’d be really unfit as I’d do bugger all exercise. Now I find I’m right.

    Mopsa – The Devon cream teas are pretty lardy! Just easier to resist.

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