Hey Joe, Where You Going with that Brownie in Your Hand?
I am in love with a man named Joe. He is a successful businessman with stores across the country, he always has things I like and he’s pretty good for me too. He may not know I exist, but even if it’s my imagination, I feel the love as I visit him every week.
This week, he gave me a brownie mix. Fat-free brownies. Hmm… is he trying to tell me something or is he being sweet?
I hate to doubt Joe, but my first thought was, “A pan of brownies could be good, but if they’re fat free they’re going to suck.” And while there’s no fat in these, carb counters beware — these do pack 26g of carbs per serving. But that’s not my first concern these days, and I was intrigued. I wanted them to be good, to live up to the promise.
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Spring Cleaning
So it’s Spring, and I’m 40. I haven’t even thought about Weight Watchers for months, though I do keep paying them because I keep thinking somehow it’ll work without me doing anything. Sadly for my waist, this isn’t the case.
Last month, my mom had a heart attack. I’ve often repeated the axiom that first God whispers in your ear, then he taps you on the shoulder, then he hits you with a brick; don’t wait for a brick. Well, for my mom this was a brick and for me it was a hard tap on the shoulder. Time to get my act together.
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