June 04, 2010
Like many women I am trying to shed unwanted pounds and my biggest downfall is when I make cookies. I love the dough before it's cooked. I can't resist one or two hot out of the oven and by the time the batch is made I have consumed 4 cookies. Personally I think I should probably have stopped at one or two. I haven't baked cookies in a while for this reason. Yet within the last couple weeks I have been invited to events where I had to bring cookies. Then I felt the need to thank a few people for helping me out while I was sick. So I baked them cookies. Currently there are 9 left over cookies sitting on a plate in my kitchen. I think they are calling to me now in fact.
This morning I did my new workout routine (Pilate's on the the ball for beginners) and felt that afterwards I deserved a treat. So I ate a cookie. Even while eating that one cookie sitting at my computer, I knew half way through it that I would be getting up for another. Then after the second one I ran to the shower before I could be tempted yet again. It's torture I tell you!
I guess I never should have made a double batch yesterday. But like I said I was giving away several plates and so I needed to make a large amount. I told my children they could each have two cookies after school and no more until after dinner then I ran some errands. Not really trusting the kids I counted 19 cookies on the cooling racks before I left. I came back to only 14 cookies and no one willing to confess! So I shamelessly punished one and all by declaring that unless the guilty party came forward no one would be getting any more cookies that day. I really laid on the guilt trip by saying that I would not expect someone who steals cookies to be able to honestly admit to stealing them but that I had my suspicions as to who took them. No, this did not get any confessions. Big surprise. I am not even sure why I was making such a deal over it. I myself having no powers of resistance over home made chocolate chip cookies. Why oh why did God curse me with such a gift for baking? It's tearing my family and my waistline apart!
The funny part of this is that this morning, when Big Girl was in the kitchen and it was almost time to leave for school, I caught her cautiously counting how many cookies we had left. I guess she knows she can't trust me with them while she's away. And she is probably right.