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Eat This Not That

...or don't eat this, and instead eat that!

It is no secret that I currently live in Alabama, but my home is really still back in sunny Arizona! And there is one thing I always took for granted living there...all the amazing fresh fruit!!! So the other day I had this really crazy craving for some fresh grapefruit. Mmm...I used to love grabbing a ripe fruit from the tree, slicing it open and eating out the insides with a fork! So, I picked up an entire bag of fresh grapefruit from Target (my closest grocer). I was so excited to take a sample to work and stuff my face with delicious grapefruit for lunch!! I even took a pretty picture pre-stuffing face...



But as I took that first bite, I realized I had made a terrible mistake. It turns out non-yellow, Arizona-type grapefruit are GROSS!! Like, sick, disgusting, horrible, tart, nasty!! I hated it...and I will not be buying these ever again...I couldn't even get Chris to eat them!!

So, here is my recommendation:

It sounds crazy...but try yourself some VitaMuffins. Especially if you are a Diabetic.


I mean, look at those reasonable calories and fat, and tons of fiber!! These were recommended to me by my nutritionist up at Vanderbilt. After she walked out of the room I looked at Chris and said, "Is she crazy?!?! Vita-freaking-muffins?!?" She said they are good "weight loss treats". I decided to take her word for it and threw some Vitamuffins in my cart (found in the frozen food section). They actually taste pretty good, much better than their terrible name would have you believe!

Oh yes, I also recommend pairing them with an **orange**...trust me its much better than the grapefruit!

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