So the cookies are here (along with 3 pecan tartlets and a carmel apple pie), and I feel no guilt over ordering these things. I've polished off one tartlet and 2 cookies already with a glass of milk. No guilt at all. Yet, I wish there was. I have reached my "threshold weight", which is a number on the scale that once I see it I am supposed to say, "Get ahold of yourself, woman!", and put an immediate stop to the behavior that will cause me to cross that threshold. But this time the shouting in my head is half-hearted; just a monotone (think Ben Stine-ish voice here) "stop. no. don't." Now I'm thinking more along the lines of, there are worse things than being chubby.
Like not eating cookies.
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Um, yeah being cookie deprived is much worse than chubbiness because, truly, eating yummy cookies=pure happiness!
And aren't they even better when you don't have to make them yourself! I put in my order with the same wonderful baker you did! Though I ordered 2 pies and multiple dozens of cookies, to um.... give away?... to my stomach.
Hey, the pecan tartlets are worth whatever self esteem they've cost.
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Oh, those pecan tartlets look so yummy!!! I have 4 of them sitting on my kitchen counter as I type, tempting me everytime I have to walk past them. But, we went to a birthday party tonight and I ate 3 pieces of pepperoni pizza and had some cake and ice cream to wash it all down. I just can't allow myself to mindlessly devour those beautiful tartlets until every ounce of me can enjoy them.
Thank you, neighbor, for contributing to the delinquency of a fat person (me).
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