exercise

You spend a month in residence in Italy, writing many hours a day, and eating the other hours. Pasta at lunch. Pasta at dinner. Breadsticks. Wine with each meal. Dessert. Carbs, carbs, carbs . . . You even go on a food blow-out in Parma (cheese, prosciutto, all that). And, guess what, you can still fit in the skinny jeans. O, Michael Pollan! O, omnivore's dilemma! Maybe there really is a solution. Caveat emptor: This blog posting has nothing to do with new media.