As much as I hate to admit it, a Larabar is not a lunch. Are you having this same problem? A lot of women are. All of the sudden, their first task at the grocery store is to see if the ten for ten dollar Larabar deal is happening. Then they elbow their way through all the other single women (I have never seen a man) snatching up their Choco-Peanut Larabar, like it was the prized chicken on a farm. Larabar Ladies would rather be at the grocery store on a Friday night to Larabar up for the weekend, then attend a happy hour to meet a man. That’s the sad “snickerdoodle” flavored truth.
Remember how there used to be the term, “Ladies Who Lunch?” No more. We’ve become the Ladies Who Larabar.
We know it’s wrong. It’s just so damn convenient! No microwave is even required! And each bar only has like four ingredients, but somehow there are thirty-three flavors of Larabars! For a busy gal on the go, it’s a modern miracle, right?
Now that I’m single and don’t feel like cooking for one, these little bars have snuck into the “meal column” of my day. Chocolate Chip Cherry Torte for breakfast? Well, it has cherry in it. Cashew Cookie for lunch? Nuts are heartsmart! Peanut Butter and Jelly for dinner? I think I heard Dr. Oz say that’s a fine meal in and of itself. (Even though he was talking about the actual sandwich and not the, well, you know…)
What are we doing to ourselves? Shouldn’t we make more meal effort than prying open a bar with our teeth while trolling for Costco parking?
We are only fooling our bodies. After all, that piper is going to have to be paid. As easy as it would be to continue on this way, the Larabar meal madness must come to an end!
Let’s try to think more of ourselves. Let’s try to cut this out a little at a time. There’s no way to just stop eating Larabars once and for all. That would be madness! As long as there’s a coconut creme or a pecan pie, there is just a little bit of goodness in this world, and in our tummies.
We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!