Oh crap, am I ever going to be in some trouble.
Why? Well, I just discovered that there is a La Farine bakery opening right down the bloody street from my house.
Walking distance, baby.
Nearly spitting distance.
And that is bad, bad news for my waistline (and probably good news for the property values in my little 'hood!).
I'm afraid that with La Farine, my most favorite Bay area bakery, as my neighbor, I'm going to have to do more than Pilates twice a week. I'm going to have to do more than jog down the street every morning and stuff my face with a chocolate croissant, all flaky and buttery and golden and still all warm and oozing chocolate.
I'm going to have to bite more than the pastry.
I'm going to have to bite the bullet and join the bloody gym...
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