My resolution has no resolution.

I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. I think it’s a marketing ploy to sell stuff. However, I do believe January is a perfect time to “reset” and think about my goals or plans for the new year. So I am starting this new year off by doing #Whole30. I don’t want to say it’s a diet because it isn’t. It is not designed as a vehicle to lose weight as much as it is to focus on how food interacts with your body and how to eat and get maximum nutritional benefit without relying on processed food. It does, however, have guidelines to follow for as long as you want to adhere to them. The guidelines are no dairy, soy or processed/refined/sugar items. Basically, anything that turns to sugar once digested is a no-no.

Two years ago, I did a January Whole30 and found it to be very doable as long as I prepped my meals in advanced and kept a lot of turkey bacon, avocado and eggs on hand. There is a lot of information provided by founder Melissa Hartwick on social media, and she is totally honest about how you will feel throughout the month. I like doing Whole30 in January because January sucks in Chicago. It’s usually grey and freezing, and I get really unmotivated to leave my house. It’s a perfect time to prep meals and if I feel sluggish from the sugar detox, I stop writing and make soup or take a nap. Ok–not everyone has that luxury, but I’m just being honest because hey, it’s my blog.

During my first Whole30, I had more energy, lost some weight, lowered my cholesterol (a genetic inheritance) and felt overall much better while eliminating sugar from my diet. On the other hand, I also found myself obsessing over what to cook for dinner every night. This time,  I have a plan. This year, I’m trying Blue Apron as they are in a  partnership with Whole30. I chose three dinners a week where I don’t have to think about cooking or shopping and not worry about what will be Whole30 compliant. I also intend to make a lot of soups. It’s just an easy way to eat and also experiment with my new Insta-Pot.

I am not going to say I’m only participating for a month. My “goal,” is to somehow keep sugar out of my diet. I would love to figure out how to occasionally eat pasta or bread and not slide down the carby slope of decadence. My problem last go-round was that I didn’t know how to bring certain foods back without completely flying off the rails. I also had trouble eating out. It is much better to follow this program and not have a social life because it’s just easier to have control over your food than eating at restaurants. Plus, who needs the temptation? I am going to have to stop kvetching about it and suck it up because I do go out on Saturday nights, and I do need to figure out how to eat out of the house on Whole30.

Today my refrigerator is stocked with chopped vegetables, seasonal fruit, eggs and beef bones for broth. I am on the lookout for compliant recipies too. Here’s to keeping the sugar dragon at bay. Happy New Year!

In July, Paris not for lovers when you bring your kids, but it is for bike freaks of all ages.

Sometimes, the stars align and karma is in your favor. It’s tremendous. Last July, before we flew to Israel, my family and I had the opportunity to visit Paris for a three day “layover.” Here’s the deal. When flying to Israel and stopping in Europe for a layover, there is no extra cost to stay in that European city where your airline is based. You then board the plane to Israel as the final destination. So–last year, we decided to stop in France for a couple of days. Was this a “see all of Paris” over 2 1/2 days? No. This was eat croissants, cheese, duck confit, visit the Louvre, visit the Christian Louboutin’s boutique, and oh yeah, see the Tour de France on the final day. Who’s up for it?

The beauty of this trip was it’s simplicity. We visited the Louvre and had an extensive 3 hour tour highlighting ancient civilizations the French and Gauls conquered. We saw Venus de Milo, Winged Victory and of course the Mona Lisa among many other pieces, rooms and ruins. The Louvre is so enormous, it would probably take years to thoroughly conquere it.

My other important agenda in Paris was food. After reading my friend Sue’s blog I knew I had to visit Le Florimond and eat duck confit. Naturally, on our first night, it was closed. So I ate duck breast in Monmartre and confit another night (It was closed again!). I wondered if my sudden duck intake if Le Florimond could possibly be better than where I had already eaten.

The best part of wandering Paris was after browsing markets full of cheese, fruit, vegetables, baguettes and gorgeous pastries, you find outdoor seating, turn your chair so you can people watch and sip your espresso for hours and nobody bothers you! No body pulls your omelette and croissant from under your fork and asks if there will be anything else. There is no rush in Paris. Sublime.

We staked out Le Florimond on our last night returning every few hours for signs of life in between our nuttella and crepe snacks and espresso. By 7 p.m. when four tables were finally dressed with white table clothes and place settings, we made our move. The inside seating was booked, but the restaurant manager Laurent offered us an outside table and we happily obliged. My kids are good eaters. I enjoy taking them on food oriented trips because they really appreciate it. We were rather pleased with ourselves that we finally snagged a table and that our primary objectives for this short visit were achieved. I happily report, that duck consumption over three nights was not only the most decadent food choice I’ve ever made, but was won with flying colors at Le Florimond. It was crispy and rich. The roasted potatoes were crisp and the ever present greens with champagne vinigarette dressing was the most satisfying and meal of my life. It met all my expectations. The cheese platter for dessert and of course the wine, really turned me into a francophile.

The ultimate event and bucket list crossing activity we chose Paris for was the Tour de France. Once we realized the timing coincided and we would be in Paris on the final day of the Tour, we went into action. My husband was told of seating available in specific areas for spectators. These seats are available for FREE but you must have a ticket. In March, my husband wrote to the Tour planning organization requesting tickets and would need 4. In June, we were informed that we could only get 2 tickets due to many requests. We took them and then sent another letter asking for 2 more. In July, a week before we left, the tour sent us an additional 4. We were so happy we wouldn’t have to stake a spot on the street or switch places during the race. We knew we would want to give away the 2 extra tickets.

By 9 a.m. on July 22, people reserved spots along the Champs Elysees. We spent our morning at a cafe and then found the Christian Louboutin boutique which was, of course, closed. The riders were not expected until late in the afternoon, but by 2 pm. the police closed down many roads and set up blockades. As we got closer to the seating, we looked for TdF fans who we could give our extra tickets. We saw a fun looking guy with an Australia flag draped around his shoulders. Clearly a Cadel Evans fan. My husband approached him and after asking if he spoke English (you gotta ask that because the French really don’t want you to butcher their fancy schmancy language), explained our 2 extra tickets and offered them to him.

Needless to say, we made Aaron and Marcy’s day. I only wish I knew their last names. If you know an Austrailian couple named Aaron and Marcy, please forward this to them!

This was the most civilized sporting event I’ve ever witnessed. Except from the Tour announcer, people were very quiet and well mannered while waiting for the peleton. We watched big screens as the riders descended into the Parisian metropolis. When the peloton emerged, people stood up, yelled allez! and waved flags exuberantly as they whooshed by. And then they sat down again. The local water bottle company passed out Vittel water bottles free. And people waited their turns without elbowing each other. We even got free Coke and Diet Coke. All you needed was a merci.

The tour does several laps around the Champs Elysees so even if you didn’t get great pictures the first time, there were many more times to follow. Once the tour ended and Bradley Wiggins got his yellow jersey, he walked up the street while talking to reporters and waved into the stands. The other cyclists rode slowly back to shmooze the crowd. My son yelled at Vincenzo Nibali and he waved back along with a terrific grin. It was amazing.

One last tip from my son. Avoid Mondays. A lot of patisseries and museums and sightseeing spots are closed.