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!
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:
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.