I was supposed to give up sweets this week. Starting Monday. I had a little too much dessert with my jazz and was in desperate need of a sugar detox.
However, today is Wednesday and I have already cheated. This morning. With chocolate chip cookies.
Who eats cookies before noon?
Someone with a problem.
Two of my co-workers went on a six week diet where 75% of their meals came from little silver packets. The other 25% was from various forms of lettuce.
They complained. They starved. They craved food that did not come in powder form. And yet they showed the dedication and restraint of a willful two-year-old.
I, on the other hand, walk in the door, look at the plate of fresh cookies and think:
No. No. No. No. No. Ok, maybe just two.
I can't go Three. Days.
My will power is broken.