First and foremost, Happy New Year.  I'm please to announce that the Peeled Skinny is now publishing in its 2nd year, and unlike many other bloggers, I don't need to make the New Years Resolution to Blog more- I've got 42 entries over 6 months.  That's over 1 per week, about which I feel, well, pretty gosh-darn good.

What I feel not-so-good about is my liver, which after a month of wassailing is definitely due some tee-to-tattling.  Starting from the week after Thanksgiving, we averaged 5 holiday parties per week, with several doubled-up days.  Back in November I couldn't finish a beer without getting woozy.  Now, thanks to a month of Rocky-worthy "spirited" training, I'm ready for my OWN bottle of tequila, thanks.

What I'm on the fence about (feeling strangely curious, yet absolutely anxious about) is the enormous bag of home-made cookies that my wonderful co-worker Cassie brought into the office this morning.  Cassie, you should know, adds fairy dust to her cookies, making them magically delicious, so I know that every one of those gooey morsels (and there's QUITE a variety) holds heaven inside.

In a normal week-in-the-life, I'd probably average one cookie per day of Cassie's creations, slowly carving the supply down bit by bit, with occasional escapes courtesy of hungry visiters.  But this past month, with all its buffet tables and hors d'oerves, has greatly expanded my appetite (not to mention my waist-line).  I live in fear, now, of insatiation- can I, you know, reign myself back in?

In general, the Peeled Snacks diet plan is a simple one- eat real food that counts, and don't worry about when you eat crap, so long as you eat very little of it.  Sure enough 11 out of 12 months, it works like a charm, and I'm proud to boast little in the way of a belly.  But here it is, barely past noon, and all that I can think of is a bag of admittedly heavenly tasting cookies waiting 20 feet away.

An article in last month's O, the Oprah Magazine went into the notion of compulsive behavior and its bio-chemical roots- habits you have that you enjoy (but that are, you know, "naughty") give you a little endorphine boost, thus becoming actually actually chemically addictive in a way.  Defeating such habits takes LOTS of work, especially for adults.  That little up-lifting article swims through my
head head heavily as I try, Try, TRY not to think about Cassie's cookies.

Sigh.  The habits of December lead to the resolutions of January.  And just as I'm not going to resolve to blog more, I'm also not going to resolve to not eat cookies.  I'm just going back to my pre-December cookie consumption index rating.

And that sucks, because MAN can Cassie bake!

Happy New Year,

EN, the Peeled Skinny, not quite as skinny as he once was

apeel@peeledsnacks.com

A Cookie in the Life

I read the news today, Oh boy

About some cookies that your Cassie baked

And though the cookies looked bad-ass,

Well I just had to pass

Because of my tremendous mass.

She baked them from a recipe

She didn't use a Betty Crocker box

All my co-workers turned and stared.

We'd had her sweets before

Nobody was really sure if she would ever bake some more.....

 

I wrote a blog today oh boy.

The Oprah magazine discussed Pavlov.

A crowd of people hate's his hounds

But I just had to try

His dogs make me cry.....

 

Woke up, got washed and dressed. 

2007, now I'm depressed.

Found my breakfast quick and drank a cup,

and looking up, I had another cup. <gulp gulp gulp gulp>

Brushed my teeth and read my mail.

Put my car on line for sale.

Found my way to work, said "G'morning" to the team.

Cassie brought in sweets, and I went into a dream ...

Ah...Ah...Ah..Ah........

 

I read the news today, Oh boy.

Four thousand resolutions broke by noon.

The resolutions sure were small.

And yet they broke them all.

Now you know how many people take 12 hours to have a fall....

I love to eat..... cooooo...kieeeeeeesssss.....

(I Burried Cassie)