I am possessed. Someone gave me a points calculator yesterday, and I have become totally and utterly obsessed with calculating the points value of everything. Every. Single. Item. Of. Food. Ever.
(Disclaimer: Hi, boys? Still cute over here! Not Elephant! Don’t be fooled by the “diet”! Hot boots still need hot date!)
So yah. I gleaned some sort of perverse satisfaction last night from calculating that the Real Cream Vanilla Ice Cream with Smucker’s Chocolate Shell that I ate yesterday was worth approximately 75% of the points I’m supposed to be eating daily.
But it was the last overt display of junk food in the house. I had to get rid of it, right? And throwing it away would’ve been a waste, right? Right? RIGHT? Yah, I thought so too.
Not only was the ice cream the last junk food in the house, it was kindof the last food too. Unless you count that one lean cuisine left in the freezer, or the lime in the bottom of the vegetable drawer. And I’m going to try really hard to not be the woman in the grocery store with her points calculator out, ogling the Nutrition Labels of every item of food that I pass by.
Oh who am I kidding. I’m TOTALLY going to be that woman. Now if you’ll excuse me, I see some chocolate almonds whose value hasn’t been assessed yet…