3 years ago I could be found wandering in the chip aisle of the grocery store with a lopsided grin and a wad of cash scrunched up in my fist.
I’d gaze around dreamily, deciding which lucky chip would get to come home with me. To the car with me. To the cash register with me. O.K., mainly the bag would make it to the end of the aisle with me.
Once I made a man nearly pee himself in terror when he saw me freebasing a bag of corn chips while spinning in circles like the Tasmanian Devil.
It was the growling noises that alarmed him. And me quite frankly.
But those days are gone. Not because I’m a better person now, but because now you can find me in the cookie aisle.
I’ve always had cookies in the house, but they were more like the orange creme filled chocolate in the Black Magic chocolate box. I’d eat it eventually, but only after all the better stuff was gone.
Then I got into the habit of having a cookie before I went to bed. Then two cookies. Then two cookies and a glass of milk.
It was all downhill from there. Chocolate chip, chocolate chunk, oatmeal raisin, shortbread, something weird I found at the back of the cupboard. I didn’t worry too much about my newfound romance until I spoke with my sister in the pink toolbelt.
For some reason, I can’t even remember why anymore, we were discussing cookies. I knew she liked cookies because whenever she came here she needed to have one with her coffee. That’s why I first started buying cookies, by the way. So there’d be some here for when she came.
She mentioned in an offhand sort of way how many cookie she ate in a day. 9. 9 cookies. Only she corrected herself and said, no not 9, probably 12. Around 12 cookies a day.
I heard this information and turned it all around on her. I deflected all those cookies onto her while I screamed BAD PERSON, BAD COOKIE EATING PERSON. But really I was screaming at me. I was a cookie eater too. A tyrannical cookie eating monster.
Not as monstrous as her, but still.
So at that moment I vowed never to eat a cookie again. Unless I could justify it with a lowish calorie count. So the search began for a cookie I would still love but that had lower calories.
Enter the gingersnap! Gingersnaps are among the lowest calories cookies you can eat. Which of course means, you don’t necessarily eat less calories … you just get to eat more cookies. Grrrrr, GROWLLL, SNARF.
I know my sister and I can’t be alone in this so I’ve put together a list of your favourite cookies and the calories in them. If you only eat cookies every once in a while, don’t worry about it. Eat what you want.
But if you eat them every day (which you shouldn’t and I’m totally judging you as I expect and accept that you are judging me) you should take a quick look at this list to see what your best options in the cookie world are.
I had no idea what those Milano cookies were until I asked everyone who was a fan of my Facebook page what their favourite cookie was. The majority said Milanos. It took all the effort I had in me not to get up that very moment and run to the store in my pink flannel pajamas covered in body builders.
Whirling and squealing and growling all the way.