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Thursday, October 16, 2003

deliver me from temptation (and Grandma)

I did a bad thing. A very bad thing. While T was gone a couple of weeks ago, I bought chocolate chips, in case the kids and I, in a frenzy of loneliness, felt compelled to drown our sorrows in a batch of homemade goodness. Well, we didn't ever reach that point, so the chocolate chips were still hanging around in the cabinet looking all forlorn and depressed and feeling pretty useless. So yesterday I put them out of their misery. Now, I have to say, there are only a few things I do very, very well, but baking chocolate chip cookies is definitely one of them. So now I have a substantial quantity of chocolatey, chewy, soft, moist goodness sitting on my kitchen counter in a bakery bag whispering, "eat me! come on, just one! it's only 130 calories per cookie! [yes, I do calculate the number of calories in the things I bake; do you have a problem with this?] one more won't hurt you! you can always go for a brisk walk later...." Fortunately my dad was over yesterday and he helped eat a few of them; T took some to work today to share with his boss, also. But still, there are a good three dozen cookies sitting in there beckoning to me. I ate a few yesterday and this morning I caved and had two cookies and a glass of milk for breakfast (with the Special K box looking reproachfully at me the whole time). I am thinking I'll have to take some of them to the neighbors, to lessen the temptation.


I have started a new 9-week challenge for the weight-loss Yahoogroup I'm a part of. My personal goal is to lose a pound a week for the next nine weeks; I didn't want to set myself up for failure by trying for more. This was a great time to have made those cookies, huh. (and don't suggest freezing them; have you ever eaten chocolate chip cookies straight from the freezer? yum!). The weather is supposed to be perfect for walking for the next week. Of course, this doesn't mean I'll actually walk; it just means I'll think I should lose weight just because the weather is so great for walking.


Great, and I just remembered we're eating dinner at my paternal grandmother's house tonight. This means a stringy bland pot roast, boiled potatoes, and vegetables boiled to the point of total limpness and swimming in enough margarine to lubricate a ship's engine. And we won't even go into the whining, or the insistence that SHE will wash the dishes and I am to SIT DOWN, no I may NOT help, followed by her complaints to her county-hired house help and anyone else who will listen tomorrow that "those selfish kids came over for dinner and [insert one: "barely touched the dinner I worked so hard on" or "ate me out of house and home"], and then Rachel wouldn't even help with the dishes afterward, just sat with her kids and watched TV." (item: I hate watching TV). She has been nagging/whining at and about T for weeks, wanting him to come fix some stuff on the RV she never uses, and this was the first time he had available to go over and do it. Great. I had totally forgotten about that until just now. I wonder if I could come down with some debilitating flu in the next eight hours that would get me out of it....

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