The Dangers of French Cuisine...

As my friend Thahitun said the other day, "I managed to avoid the Freshman fifteen but I didn't expect the French fifteen."
On Friday we had a soirée for my director's birthday at his apartment. It was a great time. We had gotten galettes for lunch at our favorite creperie and then went to his apartment for champagne and pastries from a nearby shop that is literally dessert heaven on earth. Full and happy, the mood was very laid back and cheerful. This pleasant atmosphere hit a slight bump when we discovered that there was a scale in the bathroom. After everyone had weighed themselves and done the math, no one wanted another piece of cake.
We have been having such a wonderful time trying and enjoying all the French cooking we have been exposed to that it is apparently obvious in kilograms as well. Although we are still enjoying the cuisine we had a rude awakening. I pulled out my running shoes that have been in the back of the closet for sometime. I used them the very first weekend I was here but they haven't been taken out since.
So now that I have conquered a lot of my food goals (steak tartare, escargot, numerous cheeses, etc.) my next is to get back into a good routine. This has felt like an eternal vacation but I need to stop eating like it, haha.