Wednesday, March 20, 2013
First one sleeve of cookies tasted good, and then instead of picking up an apple or a little cutie I opened the other sleeve and thought coffee would be good with these. So I sat at the computer, coffee cup in hand and cookies by my side. I dunked and munched until the next sleeve was gone, and I was satisfied. Was that the last box? No, there's one more taunting me. I'll put it in the freezer, out of sight, out of mind. I only felt a little guilty since I am pretty good at forgiving myself, about food anyway. It's hard sitting all day in the family room next to the kitchen watching TV and healing slowly from surgery. Cookies are a comfort food and I haven't had chocolate for over a week so they filled the bill ad the empty place I had that needed comfort. I'll did a better job of policing myself the rest of the day. The evening passed without my needing another morsel. I had some roast beef before bedtime and called it a day.