Cookie monster

My wife, the Wonder Woman, likes baking cookies, which for her is a labor of love. And she's good at it. She even made a chocolate chip with orange zest, which was spectacular.

Most of the week I am disciplined. I eat five times a day, with a combination of 60/20/20 complex carbs to proteins and fats at each snack. I eat by the rules of 2: twice as often, half as much and chew twice as long.

On weekends, though, I like to be more relaxed around food. And when cookies are tempting me, I have cookies. Once I start, though, I have a hard time stopping. I have a really large sweet tooth. It's about the size of a walrus's, apparently.

The fewer sweets I eat, the fewer I'll want. My theory, though, is to not put any food on the banned list. If I have a craving, I just try to limit the damage. I try not to stay on the carb rollercoaster too long and get off that glorious ride, the Blood Sugar Express, express before roars up the mountain and then comes crashing down into the valley.

The good part is, exercising six days a week, an hour a day, I'll burn off the cookie calories. And it's good to feel loved.