DEFEATED
In the world of food, if I could pick one food that really triggers my hunger, it’s cookies.
Yes, I am a cookie monster. I don’t really have a favorite kind of cookie … just … cookies.
I would pass up a lot of really good food to have a plate of cookies warm right out of the oven. Preferably, they fall apart when you pick them up.
I’m salivating. Pavlov has nothing on me.
So at work for the past few days there has been this box of cookies on the table in the break room. They’re just THERE. You know what I’m talking about. It’s not that there just there, but in some unknown existential manner they are THERE almost as if they could call out to me. And I’m standing HERE…looking over THERE.
Just one.
I laugh at myself. I just wrote about making decisions. “Just one” is not a decision, it’s the key that opens the floodgate of uncontrollable cookie consumption. Eating one cookie is for me what one kiss in the back seat is to a hormone driven teenager. There’s no stopping.
Day One: I did not eat a cookie.
Day Two.
I planned to eat A cookie. I’m sure that couldn’t hurt much. (Even though I know better!)
I thought about it for a bit. What would it feel like to leave today without eating one of those cookies? What if I didn’t even eat ONE? What if I could sit down at the end of two days of staring down those cookies and write on this blog that i didn’t even lick the icing off of one of them. I didn’t press my finger down into the bottom of the package and taste a few crumbs. What if I could do that?
So, this is what I would write.
I was not defeated.
I DEFEATED the cookies!
That feels good.
HS
