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Endorphins: Swimming and Cookies

Alright, so I did it!  I conquered my fears, got out of the house, and took a dip.I feel great.  It’s amazing what a little exercise can do.  Thank you endorphins!  I took sometime this afternoon and went swimming at the YMCA.  I was not looking forward to getting in, as I do not enjoy cold water what-so-ever.  Thankfully, the warm pool wasn't busy so I just swam in that pool.  The water was so comfortable and relaxing.  It was just what I needed. 

Afterward, I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries before the “snow storm” hits later this week.  I decided I was in the mood to do some baking, which is unfortunate since I failed miserably last month at sticking to the half a pound weight per week gain I was supposed to be shooting for.   So I decided I would look up some “healthy” cookie recipes so I can guiltlessly live in denial. I found a recipe that I thought I would share, and the cookies are very tasty as well. 

1 cup all purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
2 tbsp butter, room temperature
1/2 cup Splenda
1/2 cup brown sugar or brown sugar blend
1 large egg
1/4 cup plain, unsweetened apple sauce
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups quick cooking oats
1 cup chocolate chips



Preheat oven to 350F and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and cinnamon
In a large bowl, cream together the butter and the sugars. Beat in the egg, followed by the applesauce and the vanilla extract. Working by hand, stir in the flour mixture and the oats until just combined and no streaks of flour remain. Stir in the chocolate chips.
Bake for 10-12 minutes.


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