You think you know what an addiction is, right? You have no idea what you are talking about until you've walked a mile in my shoes clutching my box of cookies. Sure, I know that calories should come from healthy foods and that we all need to be sure we don't eat enough sweets. Sometimes though, this stuff just seems to disappear from my brain.
Perhaps at a friend's birthday party seconds on cake seems like a great idea. Or I'll finish one of those huge ice cream cones you buy at the mall. It's so yummy it would be a waste to throw it away, even if it makes me sick. Fortunately I get by with my occasional indiscretions because I exercise enough that the occasional extra splurge doesn't stick around.
There is one time of year however that I might gain a few extra pounds. I know most people have this problem over Christmas when there is so much good food at so many fun parties. It's too cold to exercise and not going to school means sitting around on the couch. The pounds may add up then, but not for me. No, my time of potential weight gain comes a bit later in the spring to be exact.
Why is that Girl Scout cookies are delivered at the exact time I'm making sure I didn't gain anything over the holidays? I feel so healthy and proud that I survived the fudge and hot chocolate. I took walks in the cold to keep the blood moving and somehow managed to skirt by for another year. Then it happens.
With the ring of the doorbell, the Girl Scouts
from down the street have what I crave the boxes of cookies. The names may have changed (and then changed back) over the years, but the taste has remained constant. The little things are delicious. I don't even have a favorite (although I'm not a huge fan of the diet ones what's the point of that?)
When those little boxes arrive, I take my share and stash them. Some of my boxes go in my room and others, like the Tagalongs, go into the freezer because they taste better that way. Now that my stash is squirreled away they are protected from the predators I live with.
I might, if I'm feeling very generous, pull out a box to share with friends while we study or if someone is spending the night, but most of the time I keep them to myself. Yes, it's selfish, but I don't care they're mine.
I get my cookies in February and make them last for months. I snack on them from time to time, careful to seal them back up tight to prevent bugs, or worse stale cookies. Usually I can make the cookies last through the end of the school year, but this year I had a shock. I went in my closet to grab a box and there were none there. I looked under the bed to find the emergency stash and only found a lone sock. I tried the freezer where the last reserve should have been and there were no Girl Scout cookies
I was lost. I was confused. And when I stepped onto the scale after my shower, I didn't find the cookies, but I did find seven pounds. I guess it's not too much of a mystery just where all of those cookies went. Now I just have to work them off again before heading to the beach and of course, I must get ready for next year's season.