She’s looking for a gym partner in Montclair. We just need someone to grab our arm and twist it behind our back whenever we’re in the vicinity of, say, a potato chip.
But then tonight at Barnes & Noble in Clifton Commons we spotted this book, French Women Don’t Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure. Seems that all we need to do for that chic figure is become bossier, drink more wine and start chain smoking. Sounds easy enough.
The chapter we read said that gyms are for ninnies. You’re just supposed to walk a lot. Fast. In high heels. Hmm, it worked for Carrie Bradshaw.