Thursday, May 09, 2013
I had a cookie this morning.
I know this is not the end of the world. I do. It's not like it's the first cookie I've had in the last 8 months. But I usually try to have treats later in the day, especially after dinner, when I know where I am with my calories and other goals and know for sure whether I have room for a treat. Now I'm trying not to freak out about where I'm going to be at the end of the day and whether I painted myself into a corner. Especially since I don't know what I'm having for dinner tonight.
I feel myself on the edge of a psychological spiral and I know that is crazy and silly. I just had one stinking cookie!
I didn't buy cookies or make them. They were brought into the office and called to me. I think that's part of what I'm angry about. The cookie chose me, I didn't choose the cookie. It's different (to me) when it's something I choose because I really want it. (Granted, they were brought in yesterday and I didn't have one until today, so that's something.)
Sorry for the crazy post. Just trying to get this out.