I Have a Cookie Dough Problem

In theory, with a 5k to run this weekend, I am working toward becoming a more healthful bacon-obsessed old lady trapped in a young body. I eat produce like nobody's business and I'm making a more conscious effort to get enough calcium. But there's one recent habit I've developed that I feel is a pretty major health setback. And that would be Trader Joe's Chunky Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough.


This stuff is dangerous. It's frozen balls of premade cookie dough that, allegedly, you put in the oven and bake. However, I feel strongly that it has a more practical application as easy-to-eat cookie dough. Seriously, I can't stop. If I'm walking through my kitchen--or sitting within sight of it--I can't help but open the freezer door and grab a cookie nugget.

Once in a while, this would be fine. But today I was running on four hours of sleep and only food seemed to energize me. So I had five.

The silver lining here, of course, is that I am getting the junk food out of the house so it can't tempt me anymore. Outstanding progress, really.

No, Thank You

I'm up late tonight doing some work for my crazy week while the food I started cooking around 11 p.m. cools on the stove. I came home from work totally wiped and took a nap, skipped my planned run and bought groceries. I wanted to have something to take for lunch tomorrow; thus, the pan of chicken with potatoes and brussels sprouts waiting to go into Gladware at the odd hours.

Late-night T.V. can offer slim pickings. Right now I'm watching an episode of "Will & Grace" that I remember thinking was very edgy when it first aired in 2003. It's on Lifetime, which means I am seeing a lot of commercials for Lifetime original programming. For instance:



I get the feeling that some Lifetime executives were sitting around at a programming meeting and decided they needed "Legally Blonde" meets "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" meets Kirstie Alley's struggles with weight loss meets a People Magazine cover about someone's bikini body.

Just...no. No, thank you. My uterus is offended that this programming was created with it in mind.