So, the last couple weeks, I am clicking away the days, watching my diet, discovering good foods and low point snacks to chase away the cravings of sweet or salty, oh, and let me give a quick shout out to the people at Jello, the sugar-free chocolate mousse, its awesome and only 60 calories per serving.
Anyways, doing good on the diet until the doorbell rings. I find this strange since being in my new home, far removed from my old neighborhood, no one comes to visit yet. Low and behold, there is the sweet little girl scout who sold me cookies over a month ago, the cookies I swore I was going to give to my kids or bring into work to be devoured by my co-workers. I smiled and thanked her, closed the door, opened the bag and saw the 3 boxes of cookies. Not even completely sure of what I ordered. There they were. One box of thin mints, a Girl Scout staple of course, Trefoils, luscious shortbread, and a box of Samoa’s, a little slice of caramel and coconut heaven.
I close the bag quickly, actually feeling a lump build in my throat, from the stress of knowing I really can’t eat them. I opened up the freezer and threw the bag in. Bad mistake, it just reminded me how good thin mints taste frozen. My kids came upstairs due to the door bell and saw the cookies. The jig was up, and now they had to be opened. Dammit.
I wanted to eat them row by row as I had mindlessly done in years past. But I am trying to be a forward thinker regarding all things food. I heard all my excuses and rationalizations in my head, and then I had one of each cookie.
The rest I had my son hide until the next day where I split up the balance of the cookies, giving one half to my oldest son to be shared with his Lacrosse buddies and the balance was brought to my son’s daycare and divided accordingly.
Myself, I feel as if I need an anti-anxiety pill and hope the cookie sales are no longer happening at the local grocery stores. I can do this, I think, I hope.
Damn Girl Scouts.
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