Ol' Yeargain is a cookie fiend. I fuckin love cookies. When I discovered how to make some fairly macro friendly no bake cookies it was like Jesus reached down from heaven and said "here ya go, buddy."
They're pretty tasty. I can generally make 6 hunks of sweet chocolate peanut butter goodness. The oats make it filling, but I do use sugar substitutes and don't add butter. I don't act like it's healthier, because I don't subscribe to that shit, but it's easy to fit into my macros without blowing out all of my carbs and fats for the day.
But, it's not the same as a full fat, real sugar, milk chocolate mutha fuckin delight of conventional cookies. Anybody that says those substitute desserts are the same are lying to themselves. But at the end of the day I'm reaching more often to the Splenda or stevia because Ol' Yeargain had priorities and I'm lookin more for a sweet taste than a sugar high.
But, sometimes quality is worth it...
That big ass cookie is from Eileen's Colossal Cookies (fuckin epic name.) Not only is it delicious as fuck, but the good people of Eileen's put their nutritional facts ON the website. I took the liberty of adding it to myfitnesspal and added it to my calories.
Side Note: I'm gonna start giving shout outs to awesome local places that put their nutritional facts on their website. Not that everybody needs to appease my neurosis, but knowing how I can maximize my macro nutrients for a day makes me immensely happy, and people that make me happy deserve my business. Eileen's gets my business.
This cookie is the perfect example of how the quantity vs. quality scale is balanced. Both are necessary to fulfill the satiety agreement we have with our body and mind. Sometimes we have hunger that can only be satisfied with an amount of food, other times it's the taste, texture, and quality that must take precedent. If the scale tips too much to one side, you won't be satisfied. This isn't a big deal for the occasional indulgence or the random hunger pangs that just need to be filled with volume, not taste.
You just gotta pick your poison or find that balance.
Until next time...
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