Yes, you read that right. Ass shrinkage. The continuous pursuit of shrinking my ass and other body parts.
You probably refer to it as losing weight or dieting, but I think ass shrinkage has a nice little ring to it.
As a result, I’m always on the lookout for delicious, healthy foods that will help get me to the promised land. (In case you are wondering, that’s code for a single-digit dress size.)
Last week, I stumbled upon one such product at my Whole Foods. It’s a line of delicious, gluten-free, all natural cookies under the Ginny Bakes brand. And the “double chocolate happiness” variety was only 60 calories, each.
In fact, these cookies were so good, I decided to visit the website and send an email of praise to Ginny, herself. I think it’s important to support and encourage entrepreneurs. Particularly women who take a risk to follow their passion.
She wrote back and as coincidence would have it, she was going to be demo-ing the cookies at my Whole Foods this afternoon. So, after lunch at my church supporting the annual Greek festival and a pitstop at Bed Bath & Beyond to get credit for a $5 coupon I forgot to bring with me yesterday, I zipped over to Whole Foods.
Ginny and her family were there sampling their line of cookies at two different stations. (People…this Whole Foods is huge!)
Turns out Ginny is a lovely as her cookies. (I also should probably mention that the macadamia nut flavor is also a real winner in my book!)
So, folks….if you are in Chicago, pick up a box. (Also available in New York, Pennsylvania and Florida, with more locations to come shortly.) Your taste buds…and your ass…will thank you!
Now for my random Sunday night thought. I just received my bulging electric bill. Note the gift-giving idea on the envelope. I can just picture it. Hi, I was going to bring a great bottle of wine for dinner, but instead I’m giving you a gift certificate toward your electric bill.
Or, congratulations on your graduation. I was going to give you an iTunes gift card, but instead, I bought you a bucket of kilowatt hours.
That’s about as thoughtful as the person who gave me a used vase as a wedding present. With old root clumps still in the bottom.