Everyone has a weakness (some have many). Like Superman has kryptonite, I have.... girl scout cookies. That's right. Samoas beckon to me. They sing praises to my name as I devour them. I know what you're thinking... just don't buy any. If you're not a fatty then you cannot understand the allure of the cookie. We all laughed in Beverly Hills Troop when the girl scouts sold cookies outside the gym and were rushed by some overly large women, but that scene isn't far from the truth. I was heading into Walmart and the table holding the girl scouts looked wonderful. I would swear I could smell the coconut and chocolate wafting through the air. It wasn't until I was almost finished consuming the first box that the "To eat or not to eat" thought drifted into my mind. The delicious combination the Samoa offers blinded me to anything else. Then I felt sick. Not from the actual eating but from the thought of what I had just consumed. It took me less than 10 minutes to consume 2,000 calories. Disgusting! If this had been The Biggest Loser I would have just crashed and burned on a challenge. Having all of that sweet stuff in my stomach while I did my workout tonight didn't help much either. The bile sat in my throat the whole workout and it's still there. Waiting. Oh, well. I have to look at the silver lining. Before I started this journey I would have killed two boxes of Samoas while I grocery shopped and not thought anything of it. So, even though my workout tonight didn't even begin to touch the calories I consumed at least I'm learning to recognize poor decisions. Next time, hopefully, I'll be more conscious of what I stuff in my face and I'll be able to resist the decadent cookie.
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