I don't really eat cookies. That is until The Girl Scouts come around. Opening a box of Carmel Delites while driving is not an easy task. But after my third helping of these tiny coconut and chocolate concoctions, I realized how addicting these little monsters can be. At 140 calories for 2 measly cookies, my personal trainer would be enraged if he found out I bought four boxes. That is, if I actually had a personal trainer.
I've run marathons, climbed mountains, paddled through mangrove forests, and snowboarded through black diamonds. Who needs a personal trainer, when you have nature to keep you moving? The answer is... ME. And probably you.
If you're like me, you've eaten your way through late night pizza-binges, Duffy's brunch buffets, and chinese food comas. And all you have left to show for it are love handles and diabetes.
I know many of us struggle with weight. Diets and workouts are driving you crazy. Watching "Supersize Me" for the 5th time last night, really reminded me of the epidemic that's taken over our lives. Being fat leads to a myriad of health complications down the road. So I challenge you this day, my avid readers, to put down your Carmel Delites and your Thin Mints and run. Run as fast and as far as you possibly can. Fill your hunger with something worthwhile like a book or a hug.
In the words of the birthday boy himself... "You will succeed! Yes indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed!" Happy 105th Dr. Seuss!
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