Ever since reading Mireille Guiliano's book, "French Women Don't Get Fat", I've been semi-adopting her theory, of eating good quality, full fat food but in small portions.
However living in Aus, it's quite hard to adopt this Gauloise theory; portions come huge and for the most part, Aus' food proprieters celebrate that their product has 0.2% fat (eg. 0.2% flavour).
Anyway I'm bringing this up again because over the past 2 weekends I've been in Sydney and Melbourne and overall celebrating food.
I hate it that in today's world we're made to feel guilty for drinking a full fat cappucino and indulging in that chocolate chip cookie - as long as you don't have the whole packet - that slice of pleasure is absolutely justified in my view.
This article I read confirms this food for pleasure theory.
What is the merit in starving yourself of life - you may be hit by a bus tomorrow and what will you treasure more?
Image from La Tartine Gourmande.
That lovely creme brulee morcel you shared over laughs and great conversation with friends, or your ribs protruding from your emaciated body - rivalling your breasts in size?
Eat, laugh, enjoy - stop counting calories and just eat in moderation.
I'm reminded of the under-lying theme in the film "Amelie"; she finds pleasure in all the small things in life... cracking the top of a creme brulee and skimming stones over a small river that runs through paris.
What's your view on dieting and food? Would love to know.