The old "perfectionist" me would try to avoid the aforementioned cookie dough. Avoiding, like the plague, worked some of the time. But usually, I would cave in and sneak bite after bite as if it didn't count if my head never left the inside of the refrigerator. Before I knew it, I had consumed enough dough to make a half batch of cookies, and felt guilty about every second of it! Along with the guilt came the promising that next time, I would just say no! And let's be honest, that rarely happened so the cycle just continued...New me, has a new approach. I have come to terms with my love of cookie dough. I have also come to terms with the fact that my love for cookie dough does not magically make its calories disappear. So, I slimmed down the recipe to a version that satisfies me just as much. I'm not talking crazy substitutions that barely resemble a cookie, but simple swaps that the ultimate sweets critic (aka the husband) doesn't even notice. Then, when the cookie dough is complete I scoop myself a pretty little bowl, sit down at the table, and enjoy EVERY LAST BITE! Then... it's over. No feeling guilty, no sneaking extra bites, it's just over. In the end, new me consumes a lot less calories with no guilt. That's a win, win in my book!
Lesson Learned: "Deprivation" and it's ugly cousin "guilt" can destroy even the best of intentions.
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