I made no New Year resolutions. At least, I've not called any of my plans to become a better me "resolutions." Too easily broken once you put that dastardly moniker on them, you know. But I will say that this Lose It! iPhone app is coming in handy and my EA Active for the Wii has officially kicked my womanly ass.
So, what better reason--other than the fact that I'm clearly obsessed with reality TV--to try Bethenny Frankel's Skinnygirl Margarita? The health and wellness guru--and resident hottie on The Real Housewives of New York--has developed a ready-to-serve concoction that tops out at 100 calories per serving. If you watch the show you've seen her drink it, and now we can too--while we all nix 200-plus calorie 'ritas, don brand-name designer apparel and kick it in the Hamptons. Wait, no.
OK, so the bottle only contains Blue Agave clear (very important) tequila, "a hint of agave nectar, fresh lime juice and a tiny splash of Triple Sec" (so say the press releases). No Manolos or 4-week beachside leases hidden in the cap, but it's cool. My aim is to be seen in public in a bathing suit without crying (me or anyone viewing me) before I go flitting around Housewife territory. Only problem is Skinnygirl Margaritas are real sweet and pretty damn strong.
But perhaps that's the point...or the downfall, depending on how you look at it. You'll take in (maybe) 100 calories--if you finish a serving. Awesome! That's not that much if you accounted for it and did a bit of prep work on your caloric intake for the day. BUT! If you drink all of it, you could move across into that scary plane of "I'm tipsy! I'm hungry! Let's get drive-thru!" because you didn't eat enough to be drinking a freakin' tequila cocktail. It's a catch-22.
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I busted out the bottle for the first time on New Year's Eve. I finished my small glass, but my comrades didn't. Lindsey's fear was that the sweetness might mask the strength, and well, she had already taken allergy meds and was her hubby's DD for the night (good going for designated drivers, btw!). Jessica cited the SM as too strong on the rocks and said it might make a better frozen/blended cocktail.
I found it a tad on the sweet side, but honestly, nothing salt on the rim and a plate of enchiladas wouldn't balance out during the next round. That's what we're suppsed to do, right, ladies? Drink responsibly and eat the shit out of some Tex-Mex...that's what I always say. But, you know what, naysayers? They were veggie enchiladas. No sauce. Half the cheese. Pico instead of beans. I'm learning, Bethenny! I'm not Naturally Thin, but for chrissake, I'm learning!
Skinnygirl Margarita in the bottle is rapidly becoming available at liquor stores near you...or in my refrigerator because I've gone over my calorie limit and haven't been able to finish it. Baby steps...or is it sips?