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In my groggy, can not quite-believe - I'm awake I decided to read the back of the cereal boxes. The devil on my shoulder told me that I wanted the neon artificial fruitiness of fruity pebbles during the Angel on the shoulder (unfortunately that I often ignore) told me that really, yoghurt would be a much better choice.
I checked the calorie, and found a difference between the serving sizes exactly ten calories. No big deal, right?
It may however. , Although yet again and again in the warm 400 thread count softness of the bed, crawling wines flickered a little and suddenly I thought my brain about how ten calories actually can affect me.
An extra ten today with breakfast? Okay... and then a little more in my coffee sugar? Is that how many calories? How about the three bite a PB & J sandwich, which carefully was released by my daughter? And a regular soda instead of a diet one? Wash, rinse, repeat, all day, every day, for oh, about ten years. No wonder that I am a chunky monkey!
See, I've never really known how it is that I always on the side plump, even as to see that my eating habits are really pretty good. I'm no chronic over-eater food, are the extremely high calorie. I sit down with eimerweise fried chicken or litre ice. Or... maybe it's really the little things that can make a big difference.
By will ow, I see a little more carefully, and know, that also ten calories has actually cut one way may be to change. Baby steps, baby steps.
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