Ok, I have a confession to make. Not the kind that requires a Priest and 1,000 Hail Mary’s when I’m done. I’m talking nutritional confessions. I have an addiction, not to heroin or alcohol or Little Debbie’s Oatmeal Cream Pies, but to something even more insidious.
It’s terrible. They’re supposed to be good for you, right? They’re precision engineered, designed by science to deliver optimum nutritional benefit, and the perfect blend… Oh I can’t even type it. What a load of crap it all is.
So there, I’ve said it, put it out in the open, shed light upon it. The truth is that this stuff can’t be much better for you than the actual chocolate chip cookies in the shelf right next to them, and they really don’t taste at all like cookie dough. I can only imagine what would happen if one tried to bake them? In any event, it proves the point that substituting crap food (cookies) for quasi-goodforyou food (Met Rx Cookie dough) is about as satisfying as having sex with your clothes on…it’s frustrating, chafing, and just makes you want the real thing that much more.
So, from here on out, no more. No more quasi-food like products as a part of my diet. How about you? Anyone else out there want to confess? I am sure that some of us have let some things slip back into our regular diet that we know shouldn’t be there. I’m convinced that the best way to get it out of your belly is to get it out in the open, so let’s hear it…