Cookie Therapy

by Holly on June 28, 2010

in recipes,seriousness

Today I did two very important things.

First, I ran 4 miles. While this distance might seem fairly innocuous, it’s the farthest my short lil’ legs have taken me since the Madison 1/2-Mary.

Second, I went for my very first therapy appointment.

You may be thinking to yourself, “What the hell took you so long crazy lady?”

To which I would respond, “Crazy lady? Me? Whatever do you mean?”

Then, all you would really have to do is browse the archives of my blog, use my own photographs against me and prove your case in any court of law with ease and panache using three simple pieces of photographic evidence. The choice of photos is completely up to you.

Perhaps you could choose this picture…

…or maybe you’re going for something even crazier, like this photo…

…or this most recent shot of moi makes for a good pick as well.

Guilty as charged.

However, if I’m guilty, so are y’all because the truth is we’re all crazy.

Abby has issues; I have issues; we all have issues. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with going to see somebody to help figure out why we think the way we do, why we react the way we react and how we can change negative patterns and thought processes to better ourselves. That’s the point of life, right? To grow, change, adapt, learn, grow some more and become the people we are ultimately meant to be.

Perhaps find some happiness along the way?

It’s a battle we can’t fight alone, no matter how hard we try.

And that’s why I am seeing a therapist.

Plus, I am pretty sure Mama Everythingtarian has suffered through enough phone calls listening to my incessant rambling over important but mostly not-so-important things that she’s long overdue for a reprieve.

Enter in M.T.: my therapist.

After just 60 minutes with M.T. this morning, I felt as though a weight had lifted. Not the whole weight – let’s be real, this poor woman has no idea what kind of emotional baggage is getting ready to word vomit out my mouth along with some healthy recipe recommendations thrown in for good measure. But I felt lighter. Happier.

One of the coping mechanisms M.T. suggested for me is meditation. Now, as a healthy living blogger and person generally interested in health, I know all the benefits of meditation. However, my right-brained monkey mind doesn’t really happen to care about said benefits so I’ve just brushed this ancient practice off as “not for me.”

But I’m determined.

Along with Susan, I am going to try for 15 minutes per day of deep breathing and meditation until my next appointment in three weeks.

That’s 315 minutes of meditation.

Not like I’m counting.

Thankfully, I have wonderful insurance that is allowing me to do this, but if your paltry insurance doesn’t cover seeing an actual therapist (don’t get me started on health care reform…), there is always cookies.

Strawberry Coconut Oatmeal Cookies

1 1/4 cups spelt flour
1 cup oats
a couple shakes of cinnamon
1/2 t baking powder
1/2 t baking soda
1/4 t salt
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 stick (4 T) softened butter
1 t vanilla
1 large egg
1 cup finely diced strawberries
3/4 cup sweetened shredded coconut

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

In a medium bowl, sift together the dry ingredients and set aside.

Then, in a stand mixer or by hand, cream together the sugar and butter. Add the vanilla and egg and mix well. Slowly add the dry ingredients to the wet, stirring until the batter is mixed well. It will be thick and slightly stiff. Fold in the strawberries and coconut; be careful not to overmix.

On a baking sheet, scoop 1 1/2-inch balls of dough and bake for 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown.

Makes 18 to 24 cookies

ALWAYS cookies. I’m convinced they are the original, much cheaper version of therapy anyways. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to meditate with a cookie in each hand.

Two therapies are better than one, right?