Lately, I feel a bit like I have multiple personalities. These personalities have very conflicting ideas about how my body should be treated.
My dominant personality is Beth. She is short and cute (just like the name). She enjoys baking and spending countless hours planning and creating one of a kind parties that include ice cubes with strawberries frozen inside and at least three kinds of dessert. Beth sees nothing wrong with eating five key-lime shortbread cookies with lime icing for breakfast and is unapologetic about owning six frilly pink aprons. She is basically Martha Stewart without the jail time.
However, there is a second personality that has been taking over little by little. This is Elizabeth. Elizabeth doesn’t get shortened to silly names like “Beth” or “Liz” or any of that nonsense. It is only Elizabeth, like the mother f*cking queen! She accepts no excuses. She eats Greek yogurt for breakfast and runs a 5K like a champion! She thinks that bucket of Easter candy should be thrown away because she doesn’t eat garbage like refined sugar.
So it’s a constant battle between these two (and my waistline). I really do enjoy both of them. Beth obviously provides my life with some deliciousness and fun while Elizabeth keeps me practical and healthy. But living with both of them is no easy task.
Right now Elizabeth is forcing me to work out (Husband and I are doing P90X because we are crazy people who like to torture our bodies into being fit) and is keeping me running my 5K’s (one every month for 2012 is my goal). Beth, however, is busy in the kitchen making delicious treats like this:
These are not just any chocolate chip cookie – these are Espresso Chocolate Chip Shortbread cookies and they are little squares of pure delight. I got the recipe from Use Real Butter (who got it from Smitten Kitchen). You can follow one of these links to get the recipe!
I suggest making a double batch of these little treats, you will thank me later. Husband was very displeased when the cookies ran out after I made only one batch (most of which got sent to an out-of-state friend). So I made two batches the following weekend, which made him one happy camper.