Sometimes I just want a cookie, the kind with truly little nutritious value. The kind with ingredients that can cause inflammation on my precious hormone-level-challenged joints. And I always have the option of having one. I have a choice. Typically, I plan a dessert day about once a week. First, I choose some dessert that I deem to be a “10.” Then I either buy it or make it and thoroughly enjoy it. Then I get on with my Big Amazing Life.
Other days, if I really analyze it, I realize I don’t necessarily want an actual full-blown cookie. I just want something that looks like a cookie. Chews like a cookie. Smells like a cookie. Handles like a cookie. I want to hold it in my hand like a cookie and enjoy it. But I don’t want the joint inflammation. I want to feel good physically, emotionally, and spiritually, above all else. On days like that, I make peanut butter granola bars from my Forks Over Knives cookbook. As always, I double the recipe, cut into portions, and freeze in individual baggies.
When food cravings come, please give me clarity about what I want. Is it worth the cost to my body? Is it worth the inflammation? Or would a reasonable facsimile work just as well?
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