Life is such a sweet insanity.
I love life and people. This is a place where I can write down what's happening, what I'm thinking, what I'm seeing and what I'm feeling. After all, life is just one blog entry after another.Friday, March 25, 2005
Evil Sweet Innocence.
I routinely blab about my desire to lose some weight and eat healthy. It's been somewhat difficult following that path the past week or two, mostly because I'm lazy, a little bit due to the weather and somewhat because of my surgery two weeks ago. However, there is one other factor contributing to my binging ways.
It's Girl Scout Cookies season.
Earl and I had thought that we had made it through Girl Scout Cookies season unscathed. "We made it through without a ton of Simoas!" "Thin Mints be damned, we're going to be thin!"
Last Sunday Earl and I did a little shopping. On our way out of Media Play, I noticed a card table stacked with colorful boxes, a hand lettered decorative sign and a cute young lady decorated with pins and badges like a four star general, accompanied by her adult chaperone. She smiled an innocent little smile and asked "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?"
How can you say no to that innocent face.
Being victims of Girl Scout Cookies seasons of past, we instantly noticed that there was a new type of cookies this year. I'd tell you the name, but the box never made it home. These cookies, as described by our salesperson, "if you like icing and cinnamon with a touch of strawberry, these cookies are for you" were absolutely delightful. Earl and I weren't even out of the store parking lot before the plastic was removed and we were downing the cookies.
As I wiped the crumbs off my face with my sleeve, eyes glazed in sugar induced nirvana, I gazed at the back of the box looking at the nutrition information. "200 calories". Two hundred? For this whole box?
Silly me. For two cookies. I didn't even want to venture into fat grams land.
Oh well. That was the best 1,200 calories pig fest I had enjoyed in a long while. You'd think that we had consumed our $3.00 purchase quickly and that the Girl Scout Cookies threat was over with for the year.
No.
We'd actually purchased four, as in one, two, three, four, as in thousands of calories, as in Thin Mints, Simoas, Peanut Butter somethings and these cookies I can't remember the name of.
Maybe we'll have better luck next year.
It's Girl Scout Cookies season.
Earl and I had thought that we had made it through Girl Scout Cookies season unscathed. "We made it through without a ton of Simoas!" "Thin Mints be damned, we're going to be thin!"
Last Sunday Earl and I did a little shopping. On our way out of Media Play, I noticed a card table stacked with colorful boxes, a hand lettered decorative sign and a cute young lady decorated with pins and badges like a four star general, accompanied by her adult chaperone. She smiled an innocent little smile and asked "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?"
How can you say no to that innocent face.
Being victims of Girl Scout Cookies seasons of past, we instantly noticed that there was a new type of cookies this year. I'd tell you the name, but the box never made it home. These cookies, as described by our salesperson, "if you like icing and cinnamon with a touch of strawberry, these cookies are for you" were absolutely delightful. Earl and I weren't even out of the store parking lot before the plastic was removed and we were downing the cookies.
As I wiped the crumbs off my face with my sleeve, eyes glazed in sugar induced nirvana, I gazed at the back of the box looking at the nutrition information. "200 calories". Two hundred? For this whole box?
Silly me. For two cookies. I didn't even want to venture into fat grams land.
Oh well. That was the best 1,200 calories pig fest I had enjoyed in a long while. You'd think that we had consumed our $3.00 purchase quickly and that the Girl Scout Cookies threat was over with for the year.
No.
We'd actually purchased four, as in one, two, three, four, as in thousands of calories, as in Thin Mints, Simoas, Peanut Butter somethings and these cookies I can't remember the name of.
Maybe we'll have better luck next year.
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