After my little diatribe about Double Stuf Oreos, I managed to work said cookies into every conversation for the rest of the day.
And lookit what my sweet husband brought me!
I’m not sure if he bought them to be nice or get me to shut up already. And I don’t care. Also, he gets extra points for buying said cookies on his way to the gym … and then going to the gym instead of just eating all the cookies in his car.
He’s a good man. A strong man.
All of the blog comments about guilty snacking pleasures were really inspiring. So inspiring, that on Saturday, I ate a pork tenderloin sandwich, pizza, about 800 Oreos, and a bunch of chips.
Guess who felt like poop on a stick on Sunday? Ugh. That’s the horrible thing about eating carefully – when you fall off the wagon, you kind of want to die. But at least it proves that you’re doing something right the other 98% of the time.
Trixie asked for suggestions for sites about clean eating. I have a few that have been helpful:
However, I do feel the need to point out that the term “clean eating” always makes me think of eating Noxema out of the jar. With a spoon. Yuck.
I prefer to think of it as “not eating shit in boxes.” Because really, if you cut out food that comes in boxes, you’ll be in good shape. But I guess “clean eating” is more succinct and less pottymouthtastic.
Lest you think I’m all Little Miss Nutrition, I will point out that I had a fantastic holiday weekend. Yes, this means that all the Oreos are gone. Gone, gone, gone.