Saturday, September 02, 2006
Confessions of a Cookie Monster.
I love cookies. All of them. Graham crackers, goldfishies, Arrowroot biscuits, Zweibeck, Vanilla wafers, Chocolate chip, Chips Ahoy, Chocolate covered graham crackers, Milanos, Pims, Lu's ... Oh, and Jordan likes them too. Despite his sporty Puma athletic apparel, the little Monkey was having one of those days. You know those days .. the ones where you just can't stop eating? The ones where you go on a bender and devour the entire box of cookies? He was having one of those days. I did my best to resist the temptation to just join him on the kitchen floor - sippy cup in one hand, Arrowroot biscuits in the other.
Unlike his mother, the Little Monkey is never plagued by guilt when it comes to those moments of indulgence. Here, he ponders the mysteries of life while contentedly chewing his biscuit. No regrets, no remorse. He lives in the moment, savoring each luscious, sugary mouthful.
Also unlike his mother, the Little Monkey has the waistline of an ant, and thus can enjoy his moments of gluttony without a second thought. I watched him and mentally calculated how many Weight Watcher points each biscuit represented. Could I afford to have one? Should I waste precious points on a two-inch biscuit whose fleeting pleasure was debateable as it included no chocolate.
Last chance, Mom. Only a little bit left. You sure you don't want it? Are you sure you don't want to snatch the last bite of cookie from the hands of your only son? Your only son who had a heart transplant at eight days old? You sure now?
Excellent display of willpower there, mom. At this rate, you will be back to your goal weight before I learn to drive.