Symbols seem to present themselves in clusters. Life has been amazingly good to me in the past 3 months. I weathered change and faced horrible realities and recognized that I was finding myself, or somewhere along the way had already found myself. I welcomed new and old loves, found and lost relationships, but all in moderation, never dangling on the verge of foolish passion or destructive heartbreak. Everyday was a banquet, in every way.
You know that Nick-at-Nite commercial where they layer tons of facial hair on Brian Bonsall until Andy Keaton looks like Bruce Vilanche -- well, don't you just think that's really funny? The creative team behind Nick-at-Nite is inspired.
I rolled out in La Jolla today with Mathieu and we came across this fantastic find. It is Mission Coffee Cup and it is officially my favorite San Diego eatery. It seems like a groovy diner with all the basics but it's actually a hip, efficient, and innovative Mecca of high protein, lowfat, low carb entrees with fresh and savory flavor. The portions are both decorated and substantial, and the prices are reasonable. I desperately need something like this to introduce me back into healthy eating, after the loss of control in Europe and being so busy that I just let anything enter my digestive tract. Zone eating is so important to me -- it's become a part of my lifestyle and has had such a positive effect on the way I live and run my body. I realized that when I ate yummy but fatty foods I generally became cranky because I felt gross and chubs; and then I would be depressed, because I just felt heavy, disappointed in myself for not being able to resist, and my energy levels were out of whack. But when I'm eating well, my energy is up and I am motivated to do a thousand things. Dance class and the gym always seem invigorating and dressing in the morning is fun; and then the days just seem sunnier and move more quickly because I feel lithe and agile. Taking care of your body is the best pick-me-up.
Hanging out with Mathieu has kept my mind off of certain things. He's actually from Clermont-Ferrand which is where Volvic water is from! That's so funny considering Jose and I exclusively imbibe the stuff after Francesca told us it was THE thing for Londoners. However, Mathieu is totally Parisian and so has a sarcastic comment for everything. He raises one eyebrow in disdain for most things; and while it can be infuriating, it really adds a new comedic angle to things we are looking at. He makes me miss Europe, even if French and Italian societies are mutually adversarial. I'm starting to really appreciate the French perspective: the guys responsible for Western democracy and intellectual property, not to mention Saint-Saens and Massenet, must be up to something good.
Today he was admiring a thin and curvy sun-kissed blonde at the law school, lamenting the shame that as an American girl she had no access to fashionable shoes (platform flip-flops just don't do it for French guys), but ultimately lauding the fact that she was a "living cliche."
At lunch he was teaching me how to pronounce "Chanel" the cool way. Emphasize the A and E sounds.
Tomorrow I am coercing Mathieu to go snorkeling with me.
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