Two words: Weight Watchers. With the closing of the local farmer's market for the season and my jeans holding on to my muffin top for dear life, I needed an intervention. Yes, pounds have been dropped and I now know that participating in a 5k is not beyond my reach, but the fun of cooking is certainly lost. Looking up every freakin' point and writing down EVERYTHING that I eat encourages me to raise funds for experimental metabolism-booster surgery...kidding. Not really.
While the program has encouraged me to understand the soul-crushing reality of portion sizes, the recipes are far from foodie worthy. Honestly, people, just exercise more instead of cooking a Dr. Frankenstein version of chocolate cake. The "substitutes" are cringe inducing. Typically, these include; liquid egg, gallons of splenda, cans of non-fat whipped topping, sugar-free chocolate milk and fiber cereal for "texture".
These recipes help those who would rather eat a lot instead of a little including quality ingredients. It makes sense; go to Golden Corral and watch the church crowd. "Lord, please bless these three plates of cafeteria food and the free refills of Dr. Pepper. Please allow us to finish in time to watch the (insert NASCAR/football event here) that begins in 20 minutes. In YOUR name we pray!" I can just see Jesus rolling his eyes as he blesses your departure on the gastrc bypass train. Choo-cho!!
Aww, geez.
I'm starting to sound cynical, huh? Must be the lack of carbs. Sorry, everyone.
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