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.
11 comments:
This is too funny! And who CAN resist delicious baked goods. It's why I haven't baked in a long time.
Well you've got better will power than me. I don't stop at 4. We won't go the actual number... :P
Oh my heavens, I am right there with you! For some reason my middle is expanding, and I can't make it stop! I think it's because I'm 40... I blame everything on being 40.
My struggle is that my kids love me to make cookies for FHE. The response, "No, not cookies. How about we have carrot sticks as refreshments instead?" does not go over well. So for their good childhood memories sake, I make the cookies. And I gain 20 pounds. Good mom or bad mom? The jury is still out.
You do make some good cookies- I had some at leas the other day! I have a weakness for treats as well. Too bad we have book club tonight where I will overeat as usual!
My m. o. is to have one cookie every time I walk through the kitchen, if there are homemade sitting on the counter, or an open store-bought package in the pantry. This is especially bad on laundry days when I make many trips through the kitchen between my small laundry bathroom and my large dining table where I fold.
I am glad I am not the only one. I really can't even have the ingredients for cookies in the house when I am trying to lose weight. I can eat a dozen in a few hours. No joke. Good for you for hopping in the shower.
I am going to go root around the pantry now.
:)
All I know after reading this, is that I really REALLY want some cookies.
Also, I love the name of your blog. That's always what I say right before I start to brag.
Also also, Wendy (Blue Lily) is my cousin! She's pretty awesome, no?
(And thanks for the comment!!!)
We must be related, because I LOVE me some cookies!! :)
Love the dough, too. I've taken something that I love which I don't necessarily need, but would love to eat, and I throw it into the trash. Once it's there, the temptation is gone…especially if it's touching something like floor sweepings last night's dinner remnants.
Good luck on defeating your vice.
Cookies are my kryptonite! I love sweet baked goods. I can relate to your predicament.
Let me help you out, because I'm nice that way: next time you're tempted to eat cookies, mail them to me instead. See? Problem solved!
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