my cookie-festo

you don’t have to read this. it’s just all about me (ha!).

no really, don’t bother. it’s just a bunch of malarkey from my cookie-obsessed brain.

why i want to give up cookies (and such) for awhile:

• i want to see if i can; i like a challenge
• it makes me feel powerful (first, just a cookie; next stop, the world!)
• because it’s not so much about cookies and other wonderful handcrafted sweets as about my digging deeply into the baskets in the pantry to find, hey, look some old caramel corn. yum!
• every day i have tea and a little bowl of sweety somethins. that’s making my lovely tea feel like chopped liver.
• i want to see—although it probably won’t happen because i am weak—if i can find a way to fill the indignant “hole” some other way: a walk, a tangerine, a poem, a little bird love?
• i’m hoping to experience the transcendental power of the state of sans-cookie. there is one, right?
• it gives me something else to whine about
• doesn’t the fact that i have an entire post dedicated to cookies tell you anything?
• before i gave up sweets, i used to have other bigger problems to worry about. what problems?

how it’s going:

• i may have cheated back on day one, but it wasn’t on purpose. i ate a chocolate chip and peanut odwalla “energy” bar and then i realized those are like meals for some people (ed; oprah eats a half for a meal) and desserts for others (me); no more odwalla bars…
• i have gained a pound or two. lame, i know…
• when i am weak without cookie, i hear the strangest thoughts in my head:
  • you’re different. you need cookies. your body is just made that way.
    
  • a cookie is not really a cookie. it’s just a mix of flour, sugar, eggs and other stuff. but like THAT’s a cookie. it’s really not.
  • you have gained weight because your body is just holding out for a cookie. give that body a cookie.
• i want a cookie (and i may have to quit this business when we head off on our upcoming beach vacation that will surely include homemade goodies)
• i’m not afraid of valentine’s day. really. what’s the big deal—i mean, as long as no one gets me cookies?
• yesterday, i was making tea and took a faux bite of my saucer in some pent-up aggression against cookielessness. is this the divine state?
• i just found out my niece turned in her girl scout cookie order and never called me. is this a sign? don’t nieces always call aunties to bulk up their cookie orders?
• last night i walked into the kitchen and the actual cookie monster was on npr.
• it’s really only hard for like three different hours of every day. tea time, the hour after lunch, and ever since quitting sweets, also the hour after dinner.
• um, i want a cookie!
• however, my name is sheri, and i am 4.5 days clean and cookie-free. wah-lah!