The moment of truth: less than eight hours after arriving at the Sydney airport, I tentatively stepped on my bathroom weighing scale. The type of desserts I had in the past two weeks flashed before me: several rounds of creme brulee, croissants, the tarte pignon from St. Tropez, the baby trop, the grand trop, desserts every day on the cruise… I’ve never had this much dessert in my life over a three-week period.
Then I thought of the copious amount of red wine I drank (more than I’ve ever had over the same time period), the three-course meals, the pasta lunches…
Then the visit to an all-you-can-eat chocolate shop and all the snacks I ate during my 21-hour long flight back home…
This isn’t going to end well.
But, but, but…
I looked at my weight … 54.1kg … a few hundred grams less than when I left Sydney.
I actually LOST weight after all that eating.
How can it be?
Yes, I walked and ran and stayed fairly active but this is a better outcome than I expected!
The only logical explanation for it is this: French food does not make you fat. More red wine?