Random thought. I can never make these again. They are fat bombs. I might as well throw them at my bum. My bottom gets fat just looking at the picture and we can't have any more of them staring at me. No. I can never make these again. I've heard the "oh just keep them out of sight." Eat healthy all day and have one...just one. Oh sure, tell an alcoholic not to get into the whisky and where the key to the liquor cabinet is hidden. Catch my drift? No amount of marathon running could possibly make up for eating an entire batch of cookies...which I didn't do...but wanted to do. What was I thinking making cookies on a diet? No...my cookies weren't diet. "Supposed to be eating healthy" and making cookies don't go together. Especially fat bombs...Evil ones that suck up all my weight watchers points for the entire week with one evening of indiscretion. Sigh. Paaathetic!
I'm unsure if anyone else has this struggle...but I can't even have them in the house. The worst for me (outside the sacred realm of Oreo cookies...) are Peanut butter cookies. They make me blow up. Like a freaky little ball of cottage cheese. Not a peanut allergy either. Not only is it not pretty, its just not natural. Like I was stung by a bee and had a reaction...that never went away. Good bye my peanut butter fat bombs. Sigh. I will now chant "I love rice cakes and celery..." OH somebody save me!
In hindsight...yea...not really wanting to look at my hind right now. For the future...I know my limits. It's good to know my limits. Right?