German Chocolate Cake Cookies

So over the past two years, I’ve gained quite a bit of weight.

This is mostly due to a medication I’m taking, but also due to the fact that I’m allergic to the gym. Seriously, I try and try with the gym but I just can’t get it to stick. I’ve tried being brutal with myself and forcing myself to go, but I’d honestly rather be waterboarded because that sounds more refreshing than push-ups.

ANYWAY. For the longest time I was in denial about my new body and new size. I’d still try to squeeze my curvaceous figure into my size Medium tops and try to pour myself into my old jeans with my attempts failing miserably. I liken it to Jabba the Hutt wearing skinny jeans.

So needless to say, for awhile it was rough. I was depressed, couldn’t fit into anything and felt betrayed by my own body and left out. It sucked. I cried a lot and spent many hours criticizing myself in the mirror. AKA, super fun things we women do to ourselves when no one’s watching. Commence shame spiral.

But one day it just kind of clicked in my head that I could continue to be miserable and nitpick myself over and over, or I could accept the fact that this is what I look like now. So I decided to accept myself, because this figure I have isn’t permanent, and when I feel ready to reconcile with the gym, I can always go back and get back on the bandwagon of tightening up my figure.

So with this newfangled appreciation of myself, I had to get rid of the old clothes that made me look like a constipated sausage and get new clothes that I feel good in.

But there’s one minor problem I have with plus-size clothing. It’s the fact that it’s labeled differently from regular women’s clothing. You see, most stores have a “women’s” or a “misses” section for women’s clothes, right? But the plus size is over in the WOMAN section. And it’s always in upper caps – WOMAN – as if we’re trying to scare off petite people or something. WOMAN.

And I personally take issue with this whole WOMAN business. Sure, I’m a woman, but I’m not some beast of a woman who deserves an all uppercase spelling. I’m still a miss. I’m still a woman. But I’m not a WOMAN. ‘WOMAN’ implies I’m effing huge and beastly, like I carry around a stick and wear a loin-cloth or something like some kind of Tarzanian creature. Why can’t plus sized gals just be women?

Just a thought for the clothing industry. Not that they read my little ol’ blog for labeling advice, but should they come around, now they know. I am WOMAN, hear me complain about your crappy labels.

And have I used the word ‘woman’ enough in this post? Jeez, it doesn’t even look like a word anymore.

But anyways, this post has nothing to do with these cookies except for the fact that I ate a few because they were SO GOOD. I love German Chocolate Cake because of the coconut pecan frosting it has. It’s so luscious, rich and just downright delicious, and it pairs perfectly with that not-super-chocolaty German chocolate cake. Well this is kinda the same concept, but with cookies! Because everyone loves cookies and because I can’t frost cakes for crap.

I got this idea from my friend Nikki who made them awhile back. They’re so delicious – you guys have to give them a try…

…or else I may have to pull out my stick 🙂

These cookies are so supremely soft, chewy and loaded with that authentic German chocolate cake flavor! I can’t get over the buttery richness of that homemade coconut pecan frosting that sits atop each chocolaty cookie. You and your family will flip for this easy recipe!

Have a sweet day!

xo, Hayley