You know you no longer care about losing weight when you smear peanut butter on your oatmeal chocolate chip cookie without a second thought. After you’ve finished it, loving all those flavors mixed together, you get another one.
Last January I was told to quit going to the gym because of my injured foot and shoulder. I’ve probably
rejoiced complained about it here before, but I took the advice to heart. Luckily, I haven’t gained any weight because I’m pretty much at one of my set points (which are a total bitch to break away from, btw, at least when trying to lose).
But today was about comfort. Comfort gained from food. And no, I won’t be ashamed of that. I rarely use food as my comfort. I usually use a soft, warm blanket and a really good book.
I’m going to blame it on the weather, because it is stinking cold up here in Minnesota. I joined in on a discussion from a fellow Minnesotan about the joy of flannel sheets. He put his on last night. I didn’t.
I froze until I grabbed my fuzzy blanket.
Solution found. All I need is a onesie.
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My father buys the healthy-high-fiber brand oatmeal, and then mixes in peanut butter cups for flavor.
As long as you’re not as bad as that, I think you’re good 😉
Haha. That sounds like a Saturday treat, but not a daily thing. At least I used oatmeal cookies, right?