Ever have those days when eating is just a caloric bust? I mean, if it’s not the doughnuts out to get you (which they eventually do), then it’s the Reese’s cups, or a snack bag of Doritos.
Well, the other day was a caloric bust. I mean a volcano-exploding, smoking-at-a-firecracker-stand, stick-a-pin-in-a-balloon bust.
I know what you’re thinking. Animal crackers aren’t that bad. Well, according to the nutrition label (yeah, I had the nerve to look at it), the one package was two servings. What's that's about?
And, yes, that's a Kit Kat wrapper you see hiding behind the bag ... allbeit a mini one ... still a Kit Kat.
Back in the day, I used to stress over these types of things (to a level far less healthy than the foods I was eating). I would jot down every single thing that passed my mouth, tally the calories, and then try to work them off (I’m talking 1,000 crunches in one sitting).
I was actually talking to a friend about this the other day. And, the older my parents get (and the more often they try to go on those Slim Fast, eat-only-cabbage-soup, NutriSystem plans), the more I realize how much lifestyle really has to do with how we look and feel.
So, OK. I ate too many goodies at work. It’s cool. I can have a really great, healthy salad for dinner, and I’ll skip dessert and trade any sugary beverages for water.
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