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Anything for a Buck

I heard on the morning news today that Jenny Craig has been bought out by none other than a company known for its chocolate, Nestle'. Now I tend to be a bit obessessive about health and fitness and for all the planning, analyzing and watching I do, I should be skinny as a rail, but I'm not. I read health magazines, put exercise plans together, log my calories and even work out pretty regularly, but I also love chocolate and other junk which drags on my progress toward my fitness goals. I figure that I'd be in really bad shape if I didn't work out since I sometimes go overboard on the input end of the calculation (you know, calories in - calories burned = energy stored or energy depleted, whichever the case may be). So I keep at it. My calories IN tend to tip the scales a bit too often for my liking, but my ability to carry out my best-laid plans succumb to the products marketed by Nestle' and others, more often than not.

I for one, would not give them the satisfaction of paying them to get me bigger only to pay them again for helping me get smaller. I'll do it on my own, thank you very much. I'll continue on my quest to athletic perfection and use resources that are sincere in trying to get me there (like the ones who sell the perfect diet bar, energy drink, protein powder--you know the ones!) But when I get to my water break on my 4 mile run, have one of those Nestle' Crunch bars ready for me, will ya?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Stumbled upon you today,and really enjoyed reading here! I totally agree with you on the Nestle thing, I was just telling my husband last night how ironic it was!

Its nice to meet you!
Heather
Unknown said…
Here! Here! I'll drink to that!
Kara said…
The irony of Nestlie buying out Jenny Craig just leaves me speechless...ok, not really, but ya know what I mean...lol. Came your way via of "I Talk too Much"
utenzi said…
Nestle gives me no problems but Hershey, now that's another story. I go on pilgrimages to PA!
Anonymous said…
I wonder how long it will take them to come up with Nestle chocolate tasting diet bars, shakes, etc.? Me thinks not very long!

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