I just read an amusing article on jezebel about the writer's gym phobia/panic. Probably many of us know the drill: everyone there seems fitter and more attractive than us, they're all in pricey clothes from Lululemon or the Nike store, they know how to work all the machines and where to go and what to bring to class, and they follow the instructor perfectly *without* bumping into anyone else. The author goes on to say that the only gym she ever felt comfortable in was the one she joined in Paris while studying there. It was one of the first American-style gyms in the country, and the French were, y'know, not so clear on the concept. Some people would duck out halfway through a class to go have a cigarette, while others would just go stand on the side of the room when the going got tough, "looking baffled and irritated."
Does this sound like a country where anyone should or would actually care if the First Lady is screwing around? I think not!
Stay strong, Carla!
xoxo
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