Some days are “revel in good health” days—creative cooking, yummy plant-based meals, and epic C25K training. Fist pump. Go ME.
Other days, I find myself in the unfortunate position of having to track 47 pieces of English marzipan licorice candy.
I’m owning this for three reasons:
- Nothing bugs me out more than hearing a fellow healthy-eating reformist make a comment like, “Oh my gosh, I totally binged today. I had TWO whole-wheat English muffins with fat-free soy cheese. I feel like such a heifer.” Sorry, not buying it. The healthy-living perfectionism schtick is played; EVERYone freebases a jar of Nutella or a bag of chips once in a while. When the shit hits the fan and 1,100 calories of marzipan-coated black licorice gets wolfed, just do the right thing and own it.
- I tracked it. Every piece.
- I don’t feel guilty. Because this disgusting-sounding pink-candy-coated licorice is the shiz, yo.