So I made these cookies as my dessert for the week.  They are wonderful, evil little things, sitting there smugly piled up, all nice and neat on their plate.  I'm only supposed to eat three of them a day, as my dessert after dinner (I'm trying to get healthier eating habits and lose weight but I am not the kind of person to eat celery sticks all day either!)  Normally I'm pretty good about meeting my daily goals and keeping my sweet tooth in check (tea w/Splenda, and cinnamon Trident ftw!)  But all bets are off when those...THINGS! are sitting there, in the kitchen, calling my name in their tiny little voices. 

"Nytquill...Nyyyyyytquill...eat one of us - you know you want to.  Come on, just one.  One, soft, chewy, delicious - here! take this one, it's smaller than the rest of us.  It's, like, half a cookie.  And this other little guy over here, he's only, like, half a cookie too.  That's only really one cookie altogether!  You don't have to count it in your planner...just slide it on your plate..."

I am convinced that their powers begin to develop even before birth, as they are easily able to zombify me into sneaking several spoonfuls of them in dough form while I wait for the first batch to bake...and then to lick the bowl afterwards.

Okay, so seriously.  Normally when I have this much trouble with a particular food, I cut it out completely.  Like potato chips.  I don't let myself buy potato chips anymore, because no matter what I promise myself at the grocery store, I will eat them once they're in the kitchen.  If DH wants any, I make him buy the snack-sized bags now so that there aren't any leftovers to tempt me.  And I've started making sure I always have glucose tablets on hand to take when I have a low blood sugar, instead of relying on whatever I can scavenge from the fridge and ending up using the whole thing as an excuse to pig out.

But I don't know if I can do much about the cookies.  They're a cheap and easy dessert and they're just so damned good!  I really can't see myself striking cookies out of my life.  Certainly not THIS week, anyway!  I am such a bad girl!

Really, though, I can't just let this slide.  I've worked too hard for this!  So time to take action and make a plan (my therapy is paying off - I am learning to take the energy I used to put towards feeling frustrated and beating myself up, and put it towards actually fixing the problem).  I tend to nibble and graze just to fill time, and the more I think about it, the more that seems to me what I'm doing with the cookies.  They're there, ready to go, any time I have a minute or two to kill.  I need to wrap them up or put them in a container and make them less "easy-access finger food".  I need to take myself in hand anyway about all the little things I've been letting slip, before I get too much momentum going in the wrong direction - so a general firming of willpower is in order, cookies included.  And I need to remember to use my tools - water, tea, and chewing gum - to keep myself entertained and satisfied.

Okay.  I can do this.

Damn evil cookies. *grin*