Did you know there are 16 grams of sugar in one little Peep! I’d rather eat about half a Cadbury Creme Egg, or better yet 16 cups of Cheerios, either of which, if I figure right, also have 16 grams of sugar.
I haven’t posted here in a couple of days and I’d like to post something really brilliant and edgy. But just for today I’m going to share this from my other blog. It’s all about Peeps, those completely inedible but totally useful little creatures.
[If you’re reading this post expecting something new and exciting only to be disappointed by a rehash of something you’ve already read elsewhere, thank you for reading both my blogs and please forgive me, I’m lazy and a fame-whore.]
I don’t want to be accused of defaming Peeps, so let’s hear it for those delightfully squishy, sugary little puffs of marshmallow
crap joy. They do, after all, have more followers (and uses) than you and I put together.
I’m one of those people who doesn’t respond well to being told what to do: what I can and can’t do, what I should and shouldn’t do. Well, with some exceptions, which I’ll get into in a bit. For the time being, stick with me here.
I’m diabetic and have always had a sweet tooth but at my first nutritionist visit after being diagnosed, it was strongly suggested I not eat chocolate chip cookies or brownies again. Basically, ever. Please. I went right out and had one of each and have since developed a taste for doughnuts as well and I really don’t even like the sugary little pieces of fried dough.
How to shed pounds without starving or killing yourself in the gym.
While some of this is pretty simple advice and the title leans a bit toward the magic fix, it offers some nice, sane, workable advice about losing weight . . . necessary when it’s so tempting to go for something like this:
It occurred to me a few minutes ago, as I was posting about the “woe is me” way the first week of my new health regime ended that I’m at the dangerous edge of fabrication.
I mean, this is my record of my efforts to regain my health, what I learn along the way and what progress I make. Is it not, therefore my right, nay, my obligation, to show visible success at every turn? To be a shining beacon on encouragement to all who follow me? To all who want to be poster children for wellness? Continue reading
The worst thing about an exercise/wellness program is not the exertion but rather just getting started. I’ve always found that to be true.
The Weight of Things.
via The Weight of Things.
An absolutely insane article by a mother who put her seven year old daughter on a diet, publicly humiliated her among her friends during that diet, and then had the gall to write an article for Vogue and sign a book deal. (By the way, Vogue and the publishing house should be ashamed.)
Em Types posted the article and her take on it. I agree with her completely.
No parents are perfect, but when it comes to young girls, I wish sometimes mothers realized how much of an impression they make on their daughters, and how the delicate balance of weight and self esteem can follow her the rest of her life if it’s shaken.