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My sister invited Lucille, the girl they use as a nanny when in France, to stay with them. It was her first time in the States and it must have been quite an experience. Averil is super energetic and planned many events: the aquarium, Real Madrid vs DC United, Ford's T-ball game, Asha's birthday party (above)... even an american-style bbq. My parents hosted and we served franks, chicken and burgers. This is not the part of america I am most fond of: our eating habits. It amazes me that I can go to France for a month and not exercise, eat all that I want, and come back in better shape then when I left. At home, I go to the gym twice a week, ride my bike +/- 30 miles a week, swim every other week, and, of course, eat whatever I want. I've decided that all our food here is totally overprocessed and full of crap. I am sure I could change my shopping habits and hit more of the local farmers' markets -- but I am not as concerned about me as I am my fellow 300,000,000 countrymen (and women). Next time you are riding the bus, subway or your feet look at the people near you. What a sad sight. We are a bunch of fatties. The one exception is NYC; although I chalk that up to the fact that half the people you are looking at are european. Oh, and LA, but I sense that is due to plastic surgery. Which brings me to an episode of "Dr. 90210" I caught a few moments of. Seriously, I don't watch that show -- but when you are flicking through the channels and you catch the phrase "pubic liposuction", your curiousity is peaked. After watching long enough to learn what the procedure is I realized we had this back in the day too; although we called it "sit-ups".
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