Scott and I were lined up at the checkout at Loblaws, armed with spinach, whole grain wraps and other taste sensations, when the woman behind us began inspecting our haul. "You must be on a diet," she said. "We've been on one for months; today is our cheat day." I looked back at her cart, filled with lemon pie, chips, sugary drinks and processed food. "I told my trainer that I was having a cheat day," explained the women, who could be rowing heavyweight in the Olympics. "The trainer said, basically, 'have fun cause it's going to be your last." Lately, grocery cart inspection has become somewhat of a sport for me. We've been on the Harley Pasternak joint for nearly a month and have been swapping out those dastardly foods that have sabotaged us for years. Here are my favorites: ice cream. We've also shrunk our portion size and choreographed our plates to make grains and veg the stars of the show. It hasn't...
More than a million served!