Maybe it's because I thought there might be something better out there.
Maybe it's because I was feeling the stress of bathing suit season.
Maybe it's because I had a coupon.
Which led me to purchase this:
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I swear, if you sat down in your kitchen and mixed together chalk dust, Elmer's Glue, and food coloring, you'd most likely come up with something better tasting than this stuff.
You know, I have a standing rule never to skimp on flavor or real ingredients. To eat what I want in moderation and then run/swim/bike/lift my ass off in order to justify it all.
I shouldn't break with that rule. Not only because my taste buds then begin to revolt, but because I do not want to forget what real food tastes like. I do not want to become afraid of it. I do not want it as an enemy or something for which I must do penance.
So I guess it wouldn't hurt to vow all over again, right here, right now: Damn the calories and carbs, I'd rather be Rubenesque than this gawd awfully tasteless.
2 comments:
I once worked with a woman who had lost considerable weight and, understandably, was feeling the joy of her very visible accomplishment. To keep it, though, she existed on pretzels, *plain* airpopped popcorn (gag) and diet Coke. Sure, she had a tiny waist, but how happy can you be eating the equivalent of dry cat food for the rest of your life?
I recommend that we take any leftover cups o' cardboard that you purchased and set 'em on fire at our next COWW meeting.
Amen. Strawberry Rhubarb Pies 4Ever.
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