I am now fatter then I have ever been. Well, I was bigger when I was pregnant but then I wasn’t really fat, I was pregnant.
I went on-line and looked up my body mass index and it told me that I am now officially over weight. It didn’t matter how I messed with the numbers, it still worked out that I am over weight. Sigh.
I am not happy about this and so, for the first time in my forty some years, I have made a New Year’s resolution. I am going to try and lose some weight.
The simplest way for me to do this is to try and cut back on what I eat and the quickest way for me to cut calories is to just get rid of all the cookies in my house.
I like cookies. No, make that, I really really really like cookies.
I don’t want to stop eating cookies. I want to continue to relish each and every crumb. They make me fat but they also make me happy.
I need to get rid of some of this extra poundage though and I really do bake, buy and eat way too many cookies.
They must go.
I am very sad tonight.
I hate New Year’s resolutions.