I still eat like the same crazy person I was when I started blogging years ago. I don't know what it is going to take for me to stop eating sweets in large quantities. If it was easy I guess we wouldn't see so many fat people walking around.
I bought a bag of cookies at the store last week because I was hunting for something decadent. My kitchen only had good things to eat on the shelves and I needed my fix. I was in a hurry and grabbed the bag of chocolate chip cookies. They almost killed me. Again.
Why do I do this? I eat the whole package as fast as I can. I savor each bite but I consume them without much passion or sharing. Then I feel terrible. I used to be able to overeat with no problem. Very similar to a drunk who used to be able to hold his liquor. Now my body rebels.
I felt like an Anaconda snake with a big bulge in the middle that would be a whole package of cookies. I moan and groan and vow never to do it again. I finally digest the mess and then I feel light again. I go on about my life and I forget that I am a cookieholic.
So when the innocent little girl scouts went by with their wagon full of cookies I pretended to be an ordinary woman buying a box. One of the scouts was very pudgy and so was the adult male who was helping them. We all peeked out of our flesh and made the deal. It was good for the Girl Scouts to count out the money. We all had a satisfied feeling about our drug deal and I walked off happy with my Samoas in my purse. Four dollars of bliss. Crack Cocaine has nothing on Girl Scout Samoas.
They are almost gone. I ripped into them as soon as I got in the door and as the afternoon wore on I made several passes near the box. Eventually I got down to about three cookies left and I began to feel bad. Yuck. They are 150 calories each and have 6 grams of fat and 11 grams of sugar not to mention the 60 mg of sodium. How could I have done this again just a few days after that other package of cookies? What is wrong with me? Do I need an intervention? Is it just a chemical dependence on sugar or am I still eating my emotions?
Do these girls know they are posing on a box of some of the most addictive things in this universe? I know there are people who can pass up these treats and just like any prohibition it doesn't work to outlaw them. Somehow we have to develop moderation. When I started noticing all the fat people in the world I was afraid. How are we going to survive as a species? I need to get a handle on this cookie addiction.
I wanted to ask the Girl Scouts and their dad if they allowed gay people into their organization. I didn't. I wonder what we are teaching our children? Is there a realtionship between sexual satisfaction and overeating? Does restraint and moderation in all things work? Maybe we have to know the depths to which we can go to find ourselves. The cookies might be the key to my salvation. They are showing me my weakness for sweet nothings. I have always been susceptible to a smooth talker.
When I was a Scout leader I had boxes of these horrible things in my garage. It was so easy to go out there and put my money in the envelop and grab a box to devour. I thought I was in cookie heaven but maybe it was cookie hell? It is bad when I can't tell the difference. I hate it when something simple like a Girl Scout cookie turns on me.
I know the exact moment when my stuffed feeling lessened and I thought of heading into the kitchen again. Crazy is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. The marketplace is a brutal mean master. If we give people what they want it will destroy them. The system that developed Samoas is not evil, it is just trying to make a buck to promote values. It is my journey to evaluate the dangers and know my triggers. Some people can buy a box of these things and enjoy one or two a day.
The Girl Scout motto includes the words "Respect Myself and Others". They need a special badge for successful cookie eating.