I went back to the gym this week after a rather long hiatus. I’ve been meaning to go for awhile now. I just needed the proper motivation. Which I found, quite by chance, on Monday.
I don’t remember making a conscious decision to add them to my cart. I often get myself in trouble during noon-time trips to the grocery store, and I’d been particularly conscious of sticking to my list. Cookies were definitely not on that list.
Yet, when I reached the check-out, there they were. Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies. The mint variety. The white package tinged with pink in support of the Susan G. Komen Foundation and Breast Cancer Awareness month.
And, as it turns out, they were on sale.
How could I resist, right?
I returned to the office, stowing the as-yet unopened package in the cabinet over my desk and applied myself to whatever story I was writing. I can’t remember what story it was, exactly, because I am now, as I was then, distracted by the call of those damn cookies.
Even as I clattered away at my keyboard, I could sense them. Tempting me from the dark confines of the aforementioned cabinetry. I refused to succumb, however, until I finished the article at hand.
Finally, story safely filed in the news queue, I retrieved the packet of cookies, noticing for the first time an inscription. “Inspiration for the cure,” it said, in pink curling script. Now, I have a healthy appreciation for Milano’s, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call them inspirational.
That was before I tried the mint. Now that I have, no ordinary cookie will ever do.
I knew I had found something special as soon as my teeth sank into the delicately crunchy cookie. Then the creamy combination of mint and chocolate hit my tongue and my taste buds danced in delight. This is heaven, I thought.
Until I made the mistake of looking at the package’s side panel, where they’d tucked away the nutritional info. Yowza. No wonder they taste so good.
Not that seeing the caloric content has deterred me from indulging in my new-found appreciation for Mint Milanos. Oh, no. I’ve been snacking on them for the last couple of days. Just this morning, I discovered they were even more amazing when dipped in tea! Sheer bliss, I tell you. Sheer bliss.
Too bad I polished off the bag this morning. Guess I’ll have to stop and pick up some more. Have to keep myself motivated to go to the gym, after all. Which is where I’ll be heading on my lunch hour, thank you very much. Right after I swing by the grocery store…
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