Cookies. They're what's for dinner.

Yep. Betty Crocker has officially delved into the realm of gluten-free baking and is boxing up all sorts of favorites from cookies to brownies to birthday cake...and all for a fairly cheap price. Bad news. Bad, bad news.

I was at target when I came across the chocolate chip cookie box. Gluten-free? Here? From Betty? I was sold. I didn't mean to buy them, but I did. I figured I would just have them on-hand. You know, in case of emergencies....for guests....or something.

I made them as soon as I got home. I ate many of them while they were still warm. I washed a few down with some milk. I called it a day.

Following morning I did Fran on a Boat. Yep, probably one of the worse workout combos I could ask for. I suck at thrusters, I am mediocre at rowing, and linking my pull-ups seems to forever elude me. All this on a queasy cookie binge tummy.

I felt awful. Seriously. I could not get enough energy to even care how fast I was going. My form sucked. I was tired. I felt sick. I felt mentally wussy.

All this (and I firmly believe this is true) because I had cookies for dinner.