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November 12, 2012 - Mike Donahey
Achilles had his heel. Superman's bane is Kryptonite Bruce Wayne (aka Batman) was once afraid of bats.
I have several weaknesses — among them are Seattle's Best Coffee, Level 4, Caribou Coffee's French Roast, the house brand at Orpheum Coffee Shop and any dessert made by my wife or daughters. Temptation with the later was in high gear as my daughters were home recently. They made a batch of melt-in-your-mouth Scotcharoos, which tempted me greatly. And I wilted — big time.
For the uninitiated, a Scotcharoo is a Rice-Krispy bar topped by chocolate. Later my youngest made chocolate chip cookies which, again, I ate more than my share.
Those treats in tandem with pizza and El Portal specialties, made the scale skyrocket. It is no secret we are in a time of year when willpower goes down and numbers on the scale go up. After a second Scotcharoo, the guilt feelings kicked in, and I got a sense Jack LaLane's ghost was watching me and frowning.
This is because I have two part-time jobs at the Marshalltown YMCA-YWCA, a place where fitness and healthy eating are coin of the realm. Which means I have to practice what I preach, emphasizing to clients that healthy eating — in tandem with weight training and cardio exercises — go hand-in-glove in attaining a healthy lifestyle.
I kid myself that I'm only "renting" the calories gained from the desserts and I'll burn them off at the Y during the week. I also placate my guilt by eating an apple or banana almost immediately after the treat to ameliorate the guilt from eating something not good for me. Fat chance. There are 289 calories in a Scotcharoo, according to the treat's nutritional website. Which means I have to exercise at a heavy pace for approximately 20 to 30 minutes to burn one off.
I just have to hunker down and display some willpower. And by the way, who wants to split that last Scotcharoo?