those days. I don't feel motivated, I don't feel inspired, and I just feel...blah. Someone offered me one of these. It was almost impossible to resist considering the kind of day I'm having. -Wait- Hold the Phone. Considering the day I'm having? Am I outright saying that I only have the ability to turn down toxic sugar and lard when I'm having a good day? Why am I like that? Why in the world does the idea of a giant chemically enhanced sugar and carb load excite me and make me think my day might turn around after eating it? It never makes me feel better, in fact it always makes me feel worse! I generally try to eat pretty healthy, and healthy eating habits are important to me, but I usually allow myself a treat or a splurge now and then because I know I just do better that way. Will 1 cookie hurt me? No. It's the idea that a giant mound of buttery mashed potatoes accompanied by salty, drippy, gravy seems to be an equivalent to a therapy session that scares me.
How's this for a therapy session:
1 Granny B Pink Cookie contains 520 calories, 24 grams of fat, and a whopping 40 grams of sugar.
I couldn't eat the whole thing, but the half I did eat did not make me feel any better.
Maybe I work this way because I'm the one that's chemical.