I'll diet tomorrow or the day after...
I took my bike shoes and lycra outfit with hopes of finding a bike rental place in the land of the Tour de France so I could ride like a racer (only a lot slower) though the French country side. I didn't find a place to rent in the the small village (population 1200). Instead, France tested all my weaknesses (well maybe not ALL of them): pastries and coffee, wine, crepes, and other food in sauces. Now I urgently need to do some exercise...
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